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In Gratitude 

Cry with the ancestors long gone
Family we've never met
Cry with them now as they cried then...
Stoking fires of wet wood
Mending what would not be fixed
And burying their babies.
Cry with them now as they once cried...
In childbirth
In war
And in love.
Laugh with them too,
For the fever broke
And the baby lived
And what was lost was found
In the still morning
Of yet another sunrise
Just beyond the horizon
Where we now
Stand.

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