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Cellular...a poem of discovery
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
That sacred gift of ancestry knows,
what we become more often flows,
from the font of life and experience bled,
into a soul in substance fed.
So very alike are we of race,
yet different down to each cell forsake,
and in our paths we each relate,
singular lives no plan remake.
The echoes of a time now lost,
reverberates in gentle loss,
reminding us just who we are,
our forebears pain and joy not mar.
For in silence does these propensities err,
into our thoughts and actions stir,
and like shadows they both mirror shape,
and where we're from no truths forsake.
We are each one a miraculous growth,
born of past and in family soaked,
just what we are is up to us,
but from what we're made is amassed in lots.
We are each our family ilk,
from all our past each stone and silk,
the grounding of a life of hope,
the spokes of a wheel so vast in scope.
We are all of us, primordial and new,
in life we share from us to you.