We are a varied tribe
That meets on this riverbank
We call existence or life.
Our names are often forgotten
And we travel like ghosts
Through the moments of our days.
The importance of our names
Does not outshine the tribe.
We strive to navigate the riverbank,
But we are worth less than the ghosts
That have gone before us
Because we have sacrificed our meaning.
We must recapture the splendor
Of our names to make the tribe
More than a gathering of ghosts
Huddled on the riverbank
Without any direction to guide us
Into our purpose and significance.
We are a blessed tribe
That lives with sacred names
Honoring the ghosts from our past
Who have departed the riverbank
Leaving us to experience
Life and sustain our essence.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
© October 14, 2007