Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Dust

Small specks of dust
Illuminate the light 
Of voices unseen 
Forging ahead 
In the darkness 
With memories of
Our ancestors 
And stories of 
our ancestors’ ancestors 
A candle keeps watch 
Amid the faded image 
Of their likeness 
May I walk the earth 
To carry their visage
To make their memory
Whole 

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