Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.
“Anatase, Anatase, you naughty child! You know you are not to go near that place! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You have to tell your teacher when you leave the house. She was so worried when you weren’t in your bed.”
Now the voices of woman and child are gone.
Do I know the voice of this woman? When I hear the particular bend of the words I picture my son’s first daughter Celeste. But I believe Celeste is a child. She is the older of Ezra’s children and she is the bossy one of course. Possibly it happened that this voice of woman is Celeste and the years have passed by me in this death.
And what of the wheel with its crosses, and the great stones shouting out for the Christ of us? What of the unfinished wall rising for church? And how would there be a tomb made of wattle and daub? And where is the “here” that I am in this tomb that surrounds me?
“Its alright Papa!”
I hear that voice again, of a woman, Celeste shouting just outside this wall. “I found her Papa, and I sent her back to her chores.”
And a man answers, “Where was she?”
This is surely the voice of Ezra my son.
Celeste answers, “She was here in the graveyard, Papa. She was inside Gran’papa’s sepulcher.”
“Why? What was she doing in there?”
“She said she was playing her flute for the broken man.”
“She said he likes to hear it.”
“Why does she think he can hear?”
“Papa, are you going to send that naughty little Anatase back to her own people now?”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Well, at least give her a good scolding? And you know what Mama and I think you should do with her.”