Give Me My History

Give me a round tower to wonder about.

To contemplate it’s history.  It’s purpose to a people.

Let me stand in one.   Let me touch it.  Let me be amazed at what I feel.

Let me stand with dolmens and go back to another millennium.

Let me wonder at the world that was here.

Give me archways, doorways, staircases and ruins to walk through in to another day.  Another world.   Let me travel through them in to my imagination.  In to a world that begot my world.  A world that would move forward to my world.  Leaving me with images.  Let me walk through them.  Back to where I came from.

Set my eyes upon the visions they saw, my feet upon the paths they walked, and my heart and prayers upon my ancestors home.

Take me to where my history rests.