Times like these
when the air gets heavy
And even the words are slow
it is good to lean on the ancestors
Let the wisdom and the foibles
siphoned and filtered
through ages of hopes
and dreams and prayers
Rise up through our roots
to nourish our human beingness
Firmly rooted, we have the strength
to be flexible and bend
with the winds of change
to grow closer to the stars
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