Like stalactites in caverns Our ancestry awaits us, Silent, suspended, lost in darkness, Until we navigate subterranean channels And shine our intellects upon The fantastic petrifaction. Like an infinite web Our heritage confronts us, Silent, suspended, suffused with light,
When we stumble into its awesome presence And our dull minds ponder The mysterious tracery.
Being a searcher of caverns myself, enjoyed this poem , lovely
I do enjoy this look at the difference between ancestry and heritage