POEM - Born Of Earth And Light

I was born of earth and light,

Where soil and sun in secret write

The name of all who walk the land,

Molded by dust, shaped by hand.

The roots of time beneath me grew,

And through my veins, the rivers flew.

The breath of dawn, the voice of stone—

They whispered truths I now have known.

In cradle clay, beneath the stars,

My soul was carved in silent bars

Of wind and flame, of seed and song,

Of patient years, both hard and long.

A mother's kiss, a father’s prayer,

Were etched in leaf, in branch, in air.

No crown I wore, no throne I sought,

Yet born was I of sacred thought.

I walked the hills with open eyes,

Where thunder sleeps and falcon flies.

Each blade of grass, a word of grace;

Each storm a mirror to my face.

I learned from rock, from root, from rain,

The quiet strength behind all pain.

Not forged in fire, but coaxed from clay,

By morning’s hand, and dusk’s soft sway.

The sun was teacher, time was guide;

The moon a friend who never lied.

They told me, “Child, though shadows fall,

You are the breath that binds it all.

You come from depth and rise in light,

You hold the dark, yet shine so bright.

You are the bridge, the spark, the song—

You’re nature’s pulse, forever strong.”

My hands are scarred by toil and stone,

Yet every cut has beauty grown.

The furrows on this weathered skin

Are maps of where the winds have been.

I’ve sown with hope, and wept with sky,

And danced with storms that dared pass by.

The earth beneath did never break,

It bent to cradle each mistake.

In forest hush, in canyon deep,

Where dreams take root and secrets sleep,

I’ve heard the call of something more—

A doorless realm, a breathless shore.

No temple rose for me to see,

Yet heaven bowed in grass and tree.

I bowed as well, in awe and grace,

To every light in every place.

For I am more than bone and breath,

More than the hush that follows death.

I am the flame that doesn’t burn,

The wheel that turns and will return.

A thousand lives I may have known,

Yet all began in soil and stone.

A whisper born beneath the night—

A child of earth, a child of light.

So when the dusk begins to close

And flowers fold in soft repose,

Know this of me: I did not stray

From morning’s path or river’s way.

I carried stars within my frame,

I spoke the wind, I sang its name.

And if I fall, and pass from sight—

Remember me in roots and light.

Rooted in Earth, Illuminated by Light -- By Jacky Kapadia

Short Summary:

This 750-word poem, Born of Earth and Light, is a contemplative and spiritual journey through nature, self, and origin. It explores the human condition through a lens of elemental connection—earth symbolizing origin, stability, and grounded wisdom; light representing consciousness, spirit, and hope. The narrator reflects on being shaped by nature and time, embracing life’s joys and struggles with reverence. The poem emphasizes that humans are neither apart from nature nor above it—we are both fragile and eternal, born of clay and illuminated by inner fire.