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 