Resurrection Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

It is from this seed I planted
that a new life is born;
its shape and form as it tenderly grows
nurture our heritage,
and bring with it unique tendencies
embroidering nuances of its world.
Sometimes in the endless pace of time,
where turning back does not mean
you can start at the beginning again,
this life is crested on the laurels
of its magical environment,
like unsettled water from the ocean
rushing into the sea
and drifting into a river -
each shore as the water settles
makes the journey different from yesterday;
and yet in the end
when this life packs up its suitcases
and makes a farewell dance,
somewhere it will plant a seed
and a new life will blossom
from an embryonic mystery -
ready to salute an unchanging heritage
as it rises again in resurrection.