A Time To Gather Stones
This is the fourth story in my series based on Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, A Time For Everything.
Photo by Angie La Paglia Mc Neill
Jacob leaned on his shovel staring out at the vast prairie. He squinted his eyes against the sun shimmering in the wide open sky. A breeze whispered through the grass, sending waves of bowed stalks rippling across the field. The smell of dust and dry brush blended with the sharp scent of cattle grazing nearby. The burdens of life weighed heavy on his shoulders as he soaked in the heat of the day.
“Look, Dad. This one’s perfect.” He closed his eyes and remembered his son holding up a stretch of rope with a newly tied lasso.
“It sure is,” he’d said, tugging on the end, testing the stopped knot.
A proud smile lit his son’s face and danced in his eyes.
Jacob wiped sweat from his brow and a tear from his cheek as he turned to the pile of earth behind him and dug in. Scoop after scoop, he filled in the hole where his boy lay in a crude wooden box.
“My turn!” his son had yelled, but Jacob knew he should have gone first. It was foolish and now his son was gone forever. Jacob labored in the sun for hours, replacing the earth then gathering heavy stones for markers, wishing this day had never come.
Please read the sister-story, A Time to Scatter Stones.