10/01/2026
When the Ancestors Ride Together
They come as three,
not separate,
but braided—
breath to breath, memory to memory.
Their faces carry the old symbols,
marks placed by hands
that knew the weight of survival
and the mercy of the land.
Nothing here is decoration.
Everything remembers.
Feathers rise above them,
holding the sky in place.
They are messengers
between what was endured
and what must still be protected.
These eyes have watched time move on
without asking permission.
They have known loss,
yet chose tenderness.
They have known fear,
yet chose balance.
The ancestors still ride forward,
quiet and unbroken.
They move through our blood,
through our silence,
through the courage it takes
to carry the past
without letting it harden the heart.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
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