Communing with My Predecessors

I communed with you last night.

I saw you while I was in the fields.

Your spirits were there in the forest

You said and spoke nothing, but

Your faces looked down upon me

With love and reverence for me.

I told you I hated all the violence,

The dysfunction that you passed

on throughout the generations.

You said and spoke nothing, but

you listened to me vent my anger

along with my hatred at you for the

bloodline cycle of chaos, bitterness

and sickness swirling in my DNA.

I asked you to please protect the

Descendants from you, my family

during this coronavirus disaster.

This is all I ask.

Before I left,

I told you,

I love you.

–by Maria Mocha © 2020


    1. Thanks a lot. This came to me as a result of a meditation experience I had last week. This that I described in my poem is something I have been wanting to do for a long time.


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