I have heard from the ancestors
who kept the fires going for us,
who lit lamps along the path
to show us the way.
I could feel alone and ill-fitting in
the ways of the world,
the news of my neighbors,
or follow others like sheep to the slaughter.
You know the secrets of my heart.
I rest my being in you.
I set my steps in the ways of the old ones
who found you
in streams, stars
and a passing cloud.
They tell me You are not asleep.

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