by Diane Glancy
We sat in the casement at the fort.
We read mostly the Bible.
Bishop Whipple said the swirling stars moved like a serpent—
Did our Great Father not make the snake as well as the coiling stars?
By his spirit he garnished the heavens— his hand formed the crooked serpent—
Job 26:13.
We had come to imprisonment to learn the lessons we already knew.
We were to see The Maker from their way.
They would not hear us, but we were to hear them.
It was their world now.
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Diane Glancy
Last updated March 31, 2023