Do my ancestors remember
Me from their place in the sky?
Trapped in time, but did they ever
Dream of me, not knowing why?
*
Bonds that break the laws of space
As they face struggles in their time
Spread across the world, but still
Connected by a thread so fine
*
To a future yet unwritten
To a woman yet unknown
I feel them sometimes, when it’s quiet.
I feel their courage in my bones
*
A Swedish girl, working the land.
A boy in Southern Italy
A slave, playing her unjust hand
Looking toward when she’ll be free
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Their memory lives in my skin.
Their heartbeats sound within my own
Telling me to look within
For guidance; that I’m not alone
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Do my ancestors still pine
From where they are, somewhere in space?
Are they still waiting in their time
For healing that death can’t erase?
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And are they rooting for me still
Like roots that live beneath the ground?
They’ve found their peace, but do they crave
The sweet release of wholeness found?
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Their stories are not over yet
The same way mine has just begun
Endings are never the end.
The truth is, we were always one
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Reaching for the hand of fate
Our hands forever intertwined–
Our footsteps marking the same Earth
My glory, theirs; their stories, mine
About the Creator
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Comments (4)
A fresh approach to a common question. I too wonder who might be watching from beyond from time to time. Even still, it's that one bit that gets me feeling it again: "Endings are never the end." Stories only end when we stop telling them.
Again you have me a little spellbound! I love the deep pondering and tribute to past generations! Beautifully expressed!
Beautiful bit of reverie, but leaving me with one question: If their story continues beyond their deaths, did not yours begin before your birth?
Beautiful!