by Carl Josehart

I move to the beat of an ancient melody
My destiny choreographed by the birthright of my ancestry

I listen to the lyrics that have been sung through the centuries
By voices, old and young, as they are handed down through our families

I see in a child’s face a mirror of his parents’ childhood
And all at once their past – and his future – is all understood

I hold in my arms a new life full of the promise of tomorrow
And tremble to think she too will grow to know sorrow

I dream in my heart of a life unburdened by the past
Free to seek its own direction and to be at peace at last

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