The hallowed ground was unfamiliar
Rolling from soggy treads to grass breached by mower
Violets and weeds caressed the edges of weathered granite,
steel plates attaching its roots further into the ground with each passing year
Excitement filled the air on the hunt for familiar names
Yet sadness in unremembered names surfaced
Long remembered moments wafted in the cool breeze as kites not knowing
not knowing where the current would take them
Where they would lead?
Would they rise?
Would they fall?
Was the tail or tale long enough to keep them aloft?
Blessing the earthly stones of remembrance and thanking
their passengers in time under the soil yet filling the sweet air
I felt more complete
Was it their whispers of thank you also for remembering them?
Was it the universal spirit sailing back upon my body and soul
telling me that where I go I will be remembered as others pass over my
given name in this lifetime ?
Or was it feeling a connection with history beyond the moments of today?
I cry with respect , love and a longing to go home to be with them
thanking them,
Those I never knew but only in lineage or name
that the gift they have given me
to walk this sacred ground
to feel the quests of so many souls
May carry some flight
I thank you ancestors
I honor you ancestors
may I too be part of the copyright
of your stories
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