Writings

Collect

cherished seeds,

from out-stretched limbs,

the humble hands of fated flowers,

promising new growth.

…

Collect

our inheritance

of weary words from ancient tongues,

our living veins, our lengthy names,

each one a unique story

our ancestral pain,

uplifted shame,

traversing time,

pressing, fervent,

against the fleeting fabric of our lives,

straining to be heard.

…

Collect

the wailing moan of those in mourning,

the lilting melody witnessing a new dawn,

the enduring chant of those for whom,

hope is a means of survival.