Who is on the plum tree?
It is my very great pleasure to feature two of my favourite poets: DiAnne Ebejer and Susie Bertie. DiAnne’s style is dry, to-the-point, clear and so very deeply human. Susie is quirky, mystical, digging deep into the underlying essence of atmosphere. These are two of the poems they submitted for the Song Of Sahel Anthology, available on Amazon. Proceeds to SOS Sahel.
Beyond The Acacia Trees
by DiAnne Ebejer
What lies beyond the Acacia trees
and dust filled terrain
may not be meant
for kind eyes and warm hearts.
And yet, it is kind eyes and warm hearts
that are desperately needed here.
We cannot let the dust make us blind
to what is happening beyond it,
We cannot turn away because
we cannot bear to look.
Sahelian Kingdoms once benefiting
from trade across the region have long ago passed through.
Flora and fauna is nearly extinct.
What was once a beautiful homeland of fertile lands
lay cracked, parched and barren.
Large populations of grazing mammals are nearly extinct.
The long dry season stretches on and on with no measurable rain.
Natural resources are scant, if at all.
As we step beyond the acacia trees and
dusty terrain, the scene plays out in stark reality.
A baby boy, hands on head cries out in sheer terror.
A famine relief family of many huddles outside their too-small
shelter awaiting food.
A young child in obvious malnutrition seems abandoned
on the side of the road.
A mother and her children and a long empty bowl sit alone
awaiting food and water.
And the scene replays over and over as if produced in
a hall of mirrors by a circus of horrors.
A profound ache of helplessness
hangs heavy in the heart at the magnitude
and the sadness of what is before you.
Who wrote such a lullaby of despair?
What fate spins such a destiny?
In the whole of it, we can only hope
for peace eternal for this wounded land.
But – we can reach out with a helping hand
in some small and meaningful way –
A way that can make a difference
Using our kind eyes and warm hearts we can
Shine a small ray of hope for Sahel.
Of a million suns . . need rises
from the branches of baobabs
from the arms of mothers ….
mercy lies in shade
the generosity of distant
why suffering is held in the smallest of hands
why rains don’t come to bless parched lands ….
of a million suns ….
weary of hollowness
it takes but one
to shade the sun
the brightest hope
Many thanks to both of these special poets who have also become my friends.