
https://www.mreavoice.org/i33argu Tumacacori Garden © 2012 Bo Mackison
https://www.brigantesenglishwalks.com/gz5y061k05 Can you look past the electric wires, telephone poles,
the matching but separate doors labeled MEN and WOMEN,
the coiled rubber hose, the 19th century stone wall cracked open for a water spigot?
go to link Don’t heed the red stop sign hovering above the mission wall
or listen to the rumbling cars speeding from Nogales to the Border Patrol checkpoint.
https://danivoiceovers.com/6j95i08k11 Cover your ears with your determination for a sacred silence in this sacred space.
Block the sounds of horns blaring, ignore the heated words of the couple standing near the rose bush.
https://mocicc.org/agricultura/wbatli9q8 Shhh.
follow link Can you hear rustling leaves, whistling wind? Can you see the shimmer of the cotttonwoods?
watch These winds were in this garden. The trees now camouflaging the sparrows’ nests, they were here.
The fountain — the garden’s heart — it was here with its rippling waters.
The dust blowing from the Tumacácori Mountain Range – that dust was here.
https://dcinematools.com/rdei1x5qh6x Those mountains? They stood in silence and watched.
Arched doorways sheltered the walkway, courtyard sheltered a painted statue of the Virgin with her Babe. They watched.
https://www.elevators.com/98r7bf921t The yucca were here, the tepary beans trailed along the earth.
The nut tree saplings, freshly planted, they swayed in rhythm with the winds. They witnessed.
https://paradiseperformingartscenter.com/6hd4cf6vy0 The che-che-chee of the sparrows joined the voices raised in song — of protest and praise, with humiliation and elation, in mourning and in gratitude.

By Tramadol Online Uk Tumacacori Church © 2011 Bo Mackison
https://www.marineetstamp.com/gmqjikf1 I hear their voices, I hear the choir lift their voices in song.
Harmonizing
Chanting
The rising alleluias, the longing amens.
https://lpgventures.com/texq9q62y Their voices. Do you hear them?
Che-che-cheee-ing alleluias.
Siss-siss-siss, leaves dancing, twirling along the dusty path.

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https://purestpotential.com/t4bt3c4c2 Hearts dancing, hold your gaze on the star hunter, poised, aiming his arrow at the full moon.
Hidden voices in the whistling winds.
Hidden eyes, watching from Tumacacori.
https://alldayelectrician.com/1wu31csxx Listen. Watch.
Tramadol Online Uk Hush.
https://getdarker.com/editorial/articles/7khf8f65f ——————-
Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She will be returning to Wisconsin later this week after living in Tucson for the last two months. She’s been exploring Arizona and living life “solo.” Occasionally she is moved to write poetry, as happened when she took a last visit to Tumacacori National Historic Site.