The sons of Adam and daughters of Eve—
these are who I see as I look around me,
As I walk under peopled piers, early in day,
sand weighing down my step,
As I feel through the streets, slowly and
admiringly—for the ponderousness of
my brethrens’ eyes and hands and
movements makes me covetously
indolent,
As I sit with coffee, tasting not just the
beans that allow for my current
occupation,
But the oil from the fingerers of its
packagers’,
As I taste the sweat of the planters’ toil,
As I consume that which was a part of
them who comprise this enterprise,
That which is now forever a part of me;
As I taste traces of that which is of my
brothers,
As I taste traces of that which is of my
sisters—
As I taste Them who were of our beginning,
Them who were the foundation laid to
stabilize succeeding life, with that
indescribable gift of solidity—
With that greatness incomprehensible,
With that wonder unfathomable:
With the majesty of Oneness…
Of more than thought or metaphysics,
Of the very blood our Creation.
Micheal Valencia
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