Called Home

Work in progress

Will you be loving me as I am called home to the Mother?

I will hold your hand as you fall into her arms.

Will you be there when my last breath is drawn?

I will breathe your last with you.

Will you notice the far away look in my eye?

I will be in that far away isle beside you.

Will you remember what once was for us?

I will retrace every step we have ever taken.

Will this life seem far too short?

I will know that a thousand lifetimes are not enough.

Will you wash my mortal flesh for one last time?

I will bathe you as one does a precious child.

Will you dress me in my traveling clothes?

I will wrap you in the finest white cloth.

Will you paint the symbols of my faith upon me?

I will, with my own hand paint your mortal flesh.

Will you bear me upon the pyre so that I may meet my ancestors?

I will carry you to the ancestors with a heavy heart.

Will you light the flame that releases my spirit?

I will set alight the flames of freedom you have so desired.