Dig up, they said,
all the digging down is done;
don’t disturb the bones
discarded to dry in the sun.
Dig up, they keep saying,
the dead all wished to live;
the thieves of time
forget but don’t forgive.
Dig up and keep going,
the soul awaits relief;
step out of the dark
into the rainbow of belief.
A second entry for dVerse – Tolstoy’s birthday, this time using the quote:
“Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.”
From Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
1994ever 
The repetition in this poem is very effective, Shaun. Yes, we should ‘step out of the dark into the rainbow of relief’.
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Thanks Kim 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun.
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We cannot always think of the dead… we have a duty to go on.
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I’m glad for the last stanza, but my favourite is the second.
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I actually wrote them the other way around but I wanted to end on a positive note 👍
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I prefer it that way too.
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Rainbows of relief ~ what a delightful concept!
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