Honouring Painful Ancestors

I honour my ancestors.
The good and the bad.
Those I never knew and those who hurt me.
Those who formed my strengths and weaknesses,
And those who formed theirs.

You have made me who I am.
You have given me this mould,
This mind,
This hide,
This heart.
What I am has been shaped by you,
From the beginning.

I come here to make harm hale.
I come here to offer frith between us.
I come here to honour myself
By honouring you.