Their warm presence seeps in 
Like a smooth welcoming haze. 

Over my being, they guide their trusting hands
Upon my soul with truthful, bursting noise. 

Intricately sewn into me,
The DNA of my ancestors sings-

Calling forth my roots
That are buried as deep as the oak. 

My heart throbs at the longing of being together,
To intertwine our souls tightly as one. 

They pull me to soil
Not yet touched by my feet in this life,

Courting me from place to place-
Down the path where I need to be. 

To ignite the fire
That already lives within my soul's divine space.  

By: Rebekah Turney