Loving Ancestry

There is a nexus point

Deeply within, invisibly without

That sometimes I become aware of.

It’s the sweetest place

It’s the moment I feel and recognize

The best of my mother, as she melds and melts

With the best of my father

It’s a tiny space – infinitely large, utterly present

Where the Divinity in them

Sparks

And creates this momentary ME.

This moment of awareness

When he, she and I become One

And that One is in me

and in me and in me and in me…

By Jackeline Plank