
Warrior, rebel or meek
rooted within each
is a tree of life, pulsing
mortality and breathing destiny.
of the Sycamore tree
is more than distant memories.
For once upon a time,
in the veins of mankind,
courageous souls willingly bled
tears of persecuted dreams
for you....for me...heirs of iniquity.
What are we,
but breathing, living, seeds
fulfilling their hopes and dreams.
Do we deny in moments
of solitutude or suffering
the echoes of a gentle plead;
do not give up, live, struggle boldly for your life.
Blessed be the questions,
suffering and journey
of Warrior, Rebel or meek
pulsing our hearts instinctually.
Boldly freed, rooted deep,
mighty seed are we,
Children of the Sycamore tree.


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