My ancestors walk with me.
They live on in my DNA.
An English sailor.
A German farmer.
An Italian factory worker.
A Spanish settler in Mexico.
An Aztec Warrior.
A West African slave.
How did you survive disease?
War-torn countries.
Blatant racism.
Food scarcity.
Unbearable suffering.
Because of your perseverance & strength.
I have this opportunity to live.
Thank you.
Author: The Narrow Path
Hello, my name is Johnny. I found Christ 11 years ago through Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh. I am interested in Christian Mysticism, Zen Buddhist meditation, and Thomas Keating Centering Prayer. I hope my posts touch your heart and soul as they do for me. May we all rest in God's love moment by moment and be one with Christ in pure love. ❤️🙏🏻
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A very powerful poem of gratitude to our ancestors. This is inspiring. One must always be thankful, one must always look back and pay respects. Nice poem. Loved it.
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Thanks!! We are a continuation of them. 🙏
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Yes. We should make them proud. 😊
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