Overnight we begin to refer to you as was and used to be
What remains in the now are the moments in the memory
What rests is the joyfulness in the laughter shared,
Like the yellow in the sun.
Those moments are inscribed on the tablets of our hearts
Your voices are rhythmically etched in the heartbeat of our minds
Resembling Majestic symphonies your words sing to us
Like the brightness of heavens ray.
Suddenly… your notes-your poems-your speeches- our conversations
They bare meaning to all that is true-pure-sure
Untainted by the weariness of the words heard in this world
Your stanzas are inundated with promise
Like the unfailing fate of eternal joy
Your notes-your poems-your speeches- our conversations
They fill our eyes with enlarged tears
They dance as gentle singings saying,
“This is the way to live”
Your words echo like whispers of wisdom
Now that you have outran the sprint of time.
Your words dance as gentle singings saying
Saying everything that is pure-true-sure,
Like the unblemished blue in the crack of dawn.
We overwhelmingly replay your verses
We echo the words that once streamed from the tides of your heart
In the high hope…that you would come again
And live and breathe by our sides one more time
Like angels enfolded in our midst
But we know that when great souls die.
We can – “Be and be better. For they existed”
Now the joy of our lives is that we can say with promise
As sure as the unfailing fate of eternal joy
That Angels are embraced in our midst
For they have danced among us
like the yellow in the sun
They have spoken to us
like the unblemished blue in the break of dawn
We can justly say angels live among us.
Yes. They have outran the sprint of time
But like the unfailing fate of eternal love
We are sure
Angels are wrapped in our midst
For we know the joy of breathing among angels.
-Sihle Isipho Nontshokweni