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Nativity

It is long believed
my blood and bones
were created in
Eastern Africa.

I can almost
taste the pure air
as it sanctifies my lungs,
absorb the bold and dusty earth
beneath my virgin feet,
feel the holy wind
chafe my face
as I refuse to look away.

It is this holiness
of the wind,
the earth,
the sun
that

burns into my soul,
ash to ash,
dust to dust -
resurrecting life,
glorifying
that I am related
to all,
and all

related to me.
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Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
"The greatest illusion in this world, is the illusion of separation." Unknown.
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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All I can say is this is truly STUNNING. In every way a thousand times Kudos.

Thank you...Teddy

Many, many thanks!
L

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One can only wonder how and what brought about Shakespeare, et al. A thought possibly worthy of a future JerryK poem!
Thank you for your wonderful comments!
L

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Wonderful thoughts! Much to appreciate about the "great" humans of past times and present - I would not be surprised if Shakespeare's sonnets were simply created so that 400 +/- years later one JerryK would connect with them! It is all relative.
Thank you!
L

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