Ancestors in the ground
From their history my life abounds
Grave Sacrifice in every way
Has forged a path for me today
Roots of history tie me to earth
Faith in the Above
Keeps me searching for eternal Love
Hearts of Emotion
Seeking Understanding and Devotion
Each are a branch
Helping each understand our individual past
The Roots of our souls
Giving us the capacity to grow
What purpose here on earth
Our branches institute rebirth
We are not an empty seed
But rooted in others needs
As our planted seeds ignite
A seed does grow, a sprout seeks light
We will rejoice as our branches intertwine
Our connections will mesh into one Vine
About the Creator
Pamela Johnson
I am an amateur writer who loves expressing myself creatively through words when something brings inspiration to me. I love to read and explore all the creative arts. I enjoy hearing the expressions of others.
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Dear Mary, You were barely beyond childhood when you were chosen to be a prominent character in eternity. There was I, at thirty five, following a fork that led me down the road of maternity. You were young and I was old. We were each faced with a glimpse of the unknown. You were trusting and I was weak. Your partner in life was humble and meek. Mine was of another type, all about self and what he wanted to seek.
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