Ancestors

The morning comes,
Daybreak over the land,
The night receding
As it rises
On the other side.

I stand in the new daylight,
Its fresh brilliance,
Brings a warmth
Deep
Within my soul.

I turn to my ancestors
And pray,
They brought me here,
I honour them,
I turn towards tomorrow.

Today I am here,
On future’s threshold,
An ancestor to be,
A sacred responsibility,
I hold it within my heart.