My Family
Voices call my name, their words riding on the wind
Blazing me a trail of hope through dangerous lands
Each one sparking flames of courage in my heart
The voices I have come to call my family.
The radiance of their joy turns darkness to light
As they greet each other with a loving embrace
My fellow wanderers on the paths of life.
Each one hiding glittering crystal depths
Beneath every hard obscuring shell
Our very selves to be revealed to each other
As we walk this long, hard road together,
The travelers who have become my sisters.
They form minds and hearts with gentle hands
Like a sculptor removing flakes of crumbling rock
Until only pure flawless stone remains behind
To be carved by them into a great masterpiece.
They carve with a chisel of wise words of truth
Given freely to any who seek them and listen
Truth that will sustain us on the long trek ahead
Our wise parents, ever preparing us for our journey.
Like builders laying the foundation of a palace,
They keep quietly building with the bricks of their lives
A city of peace in a world full of suffering.
Hated and scorned by those who distrust them
But silently trusted by all those they serve,
They warn us of dangers on our path in life
And are hands that save those overcome by life’s struggles
These selfless men we call our fathers.
Servants of love at every moment of their lives
Never ceasing to spread that love to all people
Loved in return by those who see the light of their hearts
Yet to others, humbly hidden in their silent service.
Revealing the beauty of their own selfless sacrifice
With angelic voices raised in the song of their hearts
These women of hope with words of joy on their lips
Each becoming a true mother to us all.
We may even now and soon will all be
Spread as far apart from each other as
Tiny grains of sand scattered by the mighty wind
Each on our own path that may one day cross another’s
Trusting always in hope of the whisper of the wind
That set us on these roads in the beginning
And will keep guiding us in the years to come.
Still, my heart will walk with each one of them
And their own with me because they are
My family.
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