You have them from the start,
you were born with them to never lose them,
they stick with you wherever you will travel,
and even if they are bereft of you,
you cannot lose them,
although they are never seen,
protected underground invisible,
but you will always feel them
and the more so the more they are threatened.
Perhaps you even had them before you were born,
like some kind of a spiritual inheritance
to bring along as something of a starting capital
for the venture of life's journey,
which can bring you anywhere
by any weird and wayward odyssey
but which will always bring you home at last
to where you always will belong,
the roots of earth that always are in touch with heaven.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-27 at 00:04

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Kathy Lockhart
This is beautiful Christian. My roots are very important to me. I found my ancestry to be increasingly more interesting and important to me the older I get.

I enjoyed the beginning of the poem very much. It is so true that our roots never leave us regardless of where we go and who we become. Well done. :)