Touching Stones
She slowly walked around the tabernacle
in the mist
thinking
and touching the stones.
Her mind wandered through the mist.
She thought of her ancestor,
who helped build this house of God.
She felt a tear caress her face.
She was not alone here;
this she knew.
As she lightly caressed the stone,
she could feel another hand…
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He slowly walked around the tabernacle,
touching the stones,
joyous and sad.
He thought of the day they left,
happy and hopeful.
He thought of the cold of Nebraska,
and the death.
He remembered the day he buried them,
his wife and infant son.
Buried them in a shallow grave,
and left them,
only his tears left to caress their faces.
He remembered his wife’s faith
unwavering
that they would build a house of God
in their promised land.
And he looked at this tabernacle,
which his hands helped build,
and he could feel tears of joy
their tears
caress his face.
He was not alone here,
this he knew.
As he lightly caressed the stone,
he could feel another hand…
