Susan LaffertyThe children ask, “What do these stones mean to you?”
So they hear stories of remembrance. About the journey to the Jordan.
And the precise moment priests stuck their toes in the river. While carrying the ark of the covenant.
Their elders say the water just stopped. And piled in a heap. During flood season. When the Jordan regularly overflows its banks.
And then the riverbed lay dry before them. Ready for their crossing.
Some days, when it can’t get any worse, it does. Leading to a complicated grief.
This tangled story of deception is not ours alone.
No. All along the darkening path, we meet others who know. And understand.
Remember. Somedays the forgotten pieces of life surface. In old journals. Handwritten letters. Conversations.
Pointing out one experience. Leading to memories of another.
Recalling things hidden. Lost in the pace and race of living life on this planet.
Finding stories lodged beneath the years.
