Bones

Bones

I believe in the memory of bones,
That in our very foundations we carry the centuries
As easily as the veins carry blood,
All the dreams and adventures of our ancestors sleep peacefully in our marrow
While the voices of the past whisper softly to our cells,
Telling their stories through the darkling days
To urge us to have courage,
To remind the part of us that listens beyond our understanding
Of all the turbulent life that has passed under the bridge of the world
Since it began.
We are not alone,
We feel what has been felt
A hundred different ways,
Ten thousand times over,
By people who breathed and wondered just like we do.
Even the pain which captures us now is ancient,
Although the name it answers to has changed


I believe in the memory of bones.
We were forged on the anvil of time
By the humanity of all the people we belong to, 
So I am certain
When I close my eyes
That deep in our beings
Everyone who ever loved us or was kin
Is close at hand,
And in the memory of bones,
We, too, might live forever
 

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