Do you know who I am?
I come from you
From the darkest purples of the Murex shells
From the potsherds washed up on the shores of sandy beaches
From the ships that sailed for miles and miles
From the waves of the deepest blue waters that crashed upon the piers
My story is ancient
Woven through history
It is timeless
My father is the nectar of orange blossoms
My mother the womb of the earth
My blood once flowed through the trees of Cedar
My bones fashioned into castles and forts
My flesh and skin tell of grace
and the sorrows of the ages
They tell a million truths
Look into my eyes
Do you see that glint of light?
When my flesh and bones are no more
The light shall remain
As you turn your gaze
You will find me
I dwell in the eight directions