SOLACE FROM THE VOICES WE MOURN

TAKE HEART; By Pwaberi Denis Wedam

Why mourn?

I’m now a guest

Though you feel I’m no more

I’ve found eternal rest

At last I’m home

More serene than Vatican of Rome

But how do I relay my story?

The one of success and victory

And the triumph in the battle

To those who’re still in the struggle

Wipe away your streamy tears

And bear no gloomy fears

Brace yourselves and continue race

Because I’m great on this gleeful journey

To a land of flourishing honey

Begrudge not death

For by his innate duty to kill,

He runs errands without any bills

When I was called to duty

I could not say  no though I loved you,

I still do but He loves me more