Lo, there do I see my father

Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning!

Lo, there do I see the ancient halls, Where once my ancestors feasted, danced, and sang. Lo, there do I see the fires of old, Burning brightly in the night, unyielding.

Lo, there do I see the warriors bold, With shield, spear, and sword, standing firm. Lo, there do I see the wise ones, Whispering tales of old, of love, and war.

Lo, there do I see the fields of green, Where my kin once toiled and reaped. Lo, there do I see the river’s swift current, Flowing with memories, deep and wide.

Lo, there do I see the mountains high, Echoing with the laughter of my clan. Lo, there do I see the forests vast, Where secrets and spirits dwell, entwined.

Lo, there do I see the sky of blue, Stretching above us all, a moment of peace. Lo, there do I see the sun so bright, Separating day from night.

Lo, there do I see the storms that raged, Testing the strength of my forebears’ hearts. Lo, there do I see the calm that followed, Bringing peace after the storm’s harsh fury.

Lo, there do I see the artisans, Weaving tapestries of time and life. Lo, there do I see the builders, Raising homes and forts, symbols of our strife.

Lo, there do I see the bards and poets, Penning verses of joy, of sorrow. Lo, there do I see our chieftains, Leading with wisdom from yesterday to tomorrow.

Lo, there do I see the hearth’s warm glow, Where stories were passed down, kin to kin. Lo, there do I see the communal feasts, Where bonds were forged, and love was in.

Lo, there do I see the trials faced, By those whose blood runs through my veins. Lo, there do I see the victories won, With courage and honor, through sun and rain.

Lo, there do I see the faces known, In every reflection, in every stone. Lo, there do I see my lineage clear, A tapestry of lives, dead but near.

Lo, there do I see the legacy, Of struggle, of peace, of unity. Lo, there do I see the path we tread, Guided by the spirits of our dead.

Lo, there do I see my father’s eyes, In the mirror of time, looking back at me. Lo, there do I see my mother’s smile, In the face of every child of my people.

Lo, there do I see the endless chain, Of life, of love, of heritage. Lo, there do I see my people’s line, Back to the beginning, through every age.

Lo, there do I see the chain of my descendants stretching forward, Beyond the stars and time. Lo, there do I see eternity in the face of my children.

(It still needs tweaking, I’m open to suggestions.)