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From the Generations
I am from the blinded universes that were in the beginning
Timeless, senseless, thoughtless
Composed of sweeping midnight clouds
Wisps that flip flop and tumble upon themselves
But multiply to nothing
In the abyss of the lifeless existence
I am from the untold histories of generations
Those who formed fire and studied stars
Forged a world of the untamed wilderness
Forming the bridges and bricks, planting life
Heads dripping with ribbons of sweat
Feet worn and rugged, but hearts sodden with joy
I am from the old men who lived on faith
The Son who devoted life to those
Who know not what it means to live
The martyrs of old whose beads of hope
Smattered the base of charred pyramids
And wet axes shining silver in the sunlight
I am from the desire to discern purpose
To find the true way, that which matters
Clears a path, makes a difference
The people who seek religion but do not realize
That the spiritual life seeks encompassing good
And that trials and tribulations are not to be overcome –
But relished as the basest grain of every life
I am from he who chokes from asthma, extra weight
Minimum wage for a lifetime
Yet love for the ancient way, the peaceful route
The beans and rice, moonlight mediations
Studded with the glittering glories of genuine jewels
Not superficial – but earnestly real
The simple breath, the choicest words:
“I love you now, I always will”
Even when my line falls dead, such sentiments unreturned
I am from she who wants only to serve the world but
Stands stalled by a workforce that disagrees
By her own inability to see that the world cannot be helped
While she herself idly gives over to helpless misery
Strong-willed, yes, but weak in response to those
Who would injure her, trample her in their wake
And I must stand by to watch her selfless sacrifice
But she believes that she deserves her place
But she knows that she has a right to this world
I am a slice of bread in the everlasting loaf – to be burned, devoured
Dampened to slush, thrown to the ducks or the dogs or the destitute
Half a sandwich or a pocket of crumbs
But I was and am and will be
A vague memory, a minute spent in the maker’s kitchen
A momentary spark of energy, a small contribution
To propel our existence to the future of our past
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