Where Would Be World?

The revelations I see come across softly,
guided with precision and wisdom
born of age and divinity --
sometimes surreal, sometimes rude,
yet they all include
the people who care.

They walk through hardship and pain,
knowing suffering, but coming back again,
through illusion, to pull others through.

I pull too. And sometimes push --
against the will to grow.
It is the growth of the family tree
that dissolves suffering,
and the family tree need not be kin,
but kin can be grand
and the best kind of family at hand.

Were it not for family,
where would be girl?
Were it not for girl,
where would be boy?
Were it not for boy nor not for girl,
where would be world?
In family I see divinity.