You

are a body of water-bearing the echoof ancestors past.Their distant aches flutter waves of hurtthrough your bones.Their bewailing tales etch oraclesinto your softliving flesh.And althoughtheir footprints havelong been raked overby time's sand keeper, their whisperingscan still be heard, deep in that echo of your own heart’s longing. But you are the shoredear soul, you are the resting place for that final ripple;the cloth and songfor all past woundsto be tenderly balmed upon.