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Writer's pictureJustin Hurtado-Palomo

Beyond the Father: Healing the Ancestral Line - Honoring My Father and the Male Lineage




In a symphony of souls, I honor my ancestral line,

A tapestry woven through time, with threads both strong and fine.

From grandfathers to great-grandfathers, their spirits intertwine,

Their essence coursing through my veins, a legacy divine.


Though some I've never known, their presence I embrace,

Their unseen hands have shaped my path, their love a guiding grace.

And you, dear Father, stand as patriarch so grand,

The seed you sowed in fertile soil, a life you held in hand.


In Mother's womb, a miracle unfurled,

A blossom born from love's embrace, a precious gift to the world.

For this, I offer gratitude, my heart ablaze with glee,

To walk this earthly plane, a soul set free.


As I delve into your story, your struggles come to light,

The tapestry of our lives unfolds, in shades of dark and bright.

I see the pain you bore, the burdens you concealed,

And understand the paths we've trod, the lessons we revealed.


In every instance, every twist and turn,

A purpose lay embedded, a lesson to be learned.

Even the moments etched with pain, the wounds that left their scars,

Held within them seeds of growth, guiding me to the stars.


No longer do I see you solely as my father, but as a man,

A vessel shaped by trials, a spirit etched with plan.

I see the men who came before, their stories now unfurled,

Their triumphs and their failings, a reflection of our world.


The projections and yearnings of my childhood fade away,

As I embrace the men I meet, with hearts both strong and gray.

No longer seeking validation, their approval or their praise,

I find my worth within myself, through sunlit days and haze.


In seeking validation's light, I lost my inner guide,

A symphony of self-doubt, where fears and insecurities reside.

I sought outside what lay within, a treasure yet unknown,

A wellspring of resilience, a strength that's all my own.


It's in the tapestry of our lives, the threads that intertwine,

That I find the path to healing, where peace and solace shine.

The stories of our ancestors, their pain and their release,

Become the stepping stones I climb, to find my inner peace.


I let go of blame and guilt, the burdens they once held,

Their choices and their consequences, stories yet untold.

I honor their journeys, their paths both dark and bright,

Without judgment or resentment, I step into the light.


With every step I take towards healing, towards you, dear Dad,

I open up to the sacredness of the masculine, no longer clad

In layers of judgment or disdain, but seen with compassion's eye,

A force of strength and tenderness, where true self does not lie.


I look upon you, Father, and see the men who came before,

Their spirits intertwined as one, a lineage I adore.

I honor them, their struggles and their might,

Their resilience in the face of darkness, their unwavering light.


I look upon your story, the chapters etched in time,

And understand the tapestry of life, its intricate design.

I see the sorrows you endured, the wounds that left their trace,

And with empathy, I hold them close, embracing every space.


I look upon the challenges you faced, the dreams that went astray,

And in my heart, I heal those wounds, where shadows used to play.

For in your eyes, I see myself, the masculine within,

And as I gaze with compassion, a healing light begins.


From this day forward, I embrace the man I am to be,

Authentic, true, and loving, a soul set wild and free.

In every beat of my heart, the masculine resides,

A force of power and compassion, where my true essence hides.


Father, my love for you transcends all earthly bounds,

A bond that time can never sever, in love's eternal rounds.

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