Posted by Leeann Boone on December 11, 2009 at 6:15pm
Found these while surfing the web. I'll posting in multiple entries since I found alot I'd like to share."From those women and menof great spirit, intelligence, and strengthwho came before us and said 'yes' to life,may we embody the best of their qualities.In gratitude for their lives lived,let us now continue to build a worldbased on love, and on our inherited wisdomabout the oneness of the Creator and of the Creationin all its fabulous diversity of nations, races religions, species.As sure as the Oreckovskys and families like them werepioneer people with vision and courage in changing times,so can we follow in their footsteps, living our livesin awe of all that has come before us,and in devotion to each other and ourprecious global living community,knowing who we are."Just FolksJust FolksI am like him, so they say,Who was dead before I came.Cheeks and mouth and eyes of grayHave been fashioned much the same.I am like her, so they say,Who was dead ere I was born,And I walk the self-same wayOn the paths her feet have worn.There is that within my faceAnd the way I hold my headWhich seems strangely to replaceThose who long have joined the dead.Thus across the distance farIn the body housing meBoth my great-grandparents areKept alive in memory.DEAR ANCESTORYour tombstone stands among the rest;Neglected and alone.The name and date are chiseled outOn polished, marbled stone.It reaches out to all who careIt is too late to mourn.You did not know that I existYou died and I was born.Yet each of us are cells of youIn flesh, in blood, in bone.Our blood contracts and beats a pulseEntirely not our own.Dear Ancestor, the place you filledOne hundred years agoSpreads out among the ones you leftWho would have loved you so.I wonder if you lived and loved,I wonder if you knewThat someday I would find this spot,And come to visit you.Why Me?Why me,This is a tedious task, much work.Not a great tree, my family,Not any kind of tree,A spindly twig....A stunted sapling of little importance,No forest giant we.A pauseEthereal whispersPersuasive, soft and still."Daughter, if you don't remember us,Who will?Dot Stutter,Victoria, BC. Canada, 1996
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