poetry

History Set in Stone

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Slabs of immense lime

tell a story in themselves

of a people born in blessing, displaced, and back again.

The air is thick with the low murmur of prayers,

praise, and passion

of flowing tears salty as the Dead Sea

split as the sexes

scarves to the right and skullcaps to the left.

Messages of longing spill from its crevices

hoping to reach the Source in haste.

I press my forehead against the cool stone

Whose energy enters my trembling skin,

eyes shut and senseless of the passing time

while wishes from within pour outward

to join the dissonant harmony

of voices ancient as the stone.

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