Son of an ancient soil
Why do you long so deeply
for a land in which you
were not reared?
I long to know what was
my birthright. To know the
stars and earth from which
my blood first sprang.
Soil is soil and the same
heavens are shared by
us all. Is there more my son
that you seek to know?
To know the self, to know
my self. That is the larger
understanding I seek to have.
Together a story is written.
Gaze upon the dawn or
the setting sun to know the
truth your ancestors and
those of all have known.
In that way I know we share
deep truths that are eternal.
Truths that will persist long
after my body is dust.
How peacefully do you rest
beneathe the sky of your
fathers and mothers? Does it
soothe you to be there?
I rest as though I am truly
at peace. The silence of night
and peace of morning, listening
to the birds sing from tree tops.
But are you soothed?
Yes, my heart and mind are.
I will tell you a truth you
have known, even if you
have never thought these
words to yourself:
You carry the sky and blood
of your land with you always.
From it arose your life. This
truth will be yours forever.
