Your captive mother stands beside you,
gone in body
but present in spirit.
She encourages you.
               ***
Your departed father whispers
blessings into your ear.
You are a builder,
a creator,
a maker.
               ***
Your missing children
wrap themselves around you.
Once flesh of your flesh
and blood of your blood,
now spirit of your spirit.
               ***
Side by side,
ghosts of a thousand generations
gather in the fields of the land.
You are a singer,
a planter,
a lover.
               ***
Sow, again, the salted fields.
Cleanse, again, the soiled wells.
Build up all that is torn down.
Bring your love where there is hatred,
and your song where there are tears.
Gather the children together,
and sing again.
Let there be light.

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