Here I find myself now caught betwixt generations,
The passed on ones and the moving on ones!
In their midst together with them I stand,
Holding their threads in my trembling hand!
I look back, I can still see my roots,
I look afore, I do glimpse my fruits!
I learn from the past and I lean to the future,
I live in the present seeking to link the two!
I am pulled back by customs still visible in my rear,
I am pushed forward by changes emerging in my fore!
I received the baton and now I need to send it on,
I have to bridge the gap and not chasm it all!
How do I then make a case, some space for my own stay,
And find room for my own feet (feat) in this strange play!
Where do I look for strength as I straddle the two,
Who is my model that will help me be the glue!
I lift my head daring only to raise my eyes,
I cannot look anywhere but up to the skies!
The historical Man stood where am forced to be,
The Cross betwixt the Testaments is truly the key!
MULLINGSPICE 