From the illusion of mortal mind befalls
the heartfelt memory of the blood...
And all the past remembered here
returns to life in an emerging flood
of pictures and a drama that was
played out before my time.
When I touch upon these
things, I know in my heart that I
have walked these halls before.
I feel the memories as though they
belonged to me - the blood
memories which I inherited
upon my birth into this physical world.
And in the midst of every day we
grow, we quicken, we learn to be
from the memories we see
within and around us.
And in the heart of our everyday
dreams, may we know
the peace of self-acceptance;
learn the virtue of patience,
and give to others around us,
equally and without pre-judged measure.
This mercy, and the Love
which He has committed to our care -
was given long ago, a gift to share,
from the purified channel
of our collective hearts;
Sacred unto those who have come before,
beatified unto those who now inhabit
the halls and the walkways
of our ancestors dreams...
All history now -
in books bound with seams.


© 2004, Deborah L. Kelly