Toast to Ancestors and the Path Chosen

In this sacred month, I lift my voice,
a song of thanks to those beyond my heart’s choice.
ancestors, I see you, feel you, near and strong,
guiding my spirit, where I belong.

You chose me—your daughter, your legacy’s flame,
to walk this path of healing, grace, and name
though the journey’s been rugged, with lessons untold,
each stumble, each tear, made me bold

At times, I resisted, stubborn and wild,
but your whispers reminded me: Be gentle, my child
for within me lies wisdom ancient and pure,
gifts passed through bloodlines, destined and sure

I now honor the powers that flow in my veins,
abilities sacred, from joys to pains
with reverence, I carry them, guard them with care,
Your love is in my heart, everywhere

On this birthday, I celebrate not just me,
but us—our bond that spans eternity
Happy birthday to you, my ancestors dear,
in spirit, I feel you so vivid and near

Here’s to the lessons, the triumphs, the fight,
the grace of unfolding from darkness to light
with love, I toast to the journey and way,
to wisdom eternal that guides night and day

Cheers to you—my roots, my soul’s song,
together in spirit, we dance all along—

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