Herein is the beauty of the ancestors:
They are the infinite energy
And running waters of our lives—
Sustaining and keeping us; filling our pockets
Heavy with stones of blessings—
Curing and drying our moist youth with the salt
Of trials and tribulations—Conquering the times.
As we stand on the shoulders of their faith,
May the heat of their hearts continue to warm
Our souls with remembrance of tenacity:
Mirrors reflecting the journey’s destination;
Heralding the purpose found in remembering.