Heritage

A family reunion, a large gathering, this past week reminded me of a poem written a few years ago in memory of my mother and the many people  in the long line of our ancestry who contributed to the individuality of our being.

                  Linkings

The ties that form a golden chain
With links to centuries gone
Were forged from patterns God ordained
And brought to being each alone.

The ties were laced with points of light
And one by one we radiate
Into the World a glowing bit
That comes and goes through Heaven’s gate.

So in the forms that God designed
And placed in Eden’s happy clime
We come like wind and go like fire
To loose the silver cord in time.

We hold most dear the ones who go
And closely clasp the ones who stay
The golden chain is made secure
As we like children kneel and pray.

              -Nancy Janes  2006