IMMORTALITY
Deur Marietjie Grove
On this canvas called life,
many stood and bow to strive.
Black and white the hues took shape
What’s left between – a tainted shade.
Bleak and harsh the winter fall,
ice that crack, then took it’s toll.
Blow south the wind and hold what’s left.
Praise the hands holding hearts bereft.
Fields are filled with angel dust.
Make way – there’s throbbing neath the crust.
Bold intense new boundary lines.
Rhymes, rhythms, becoming signs,
Bodies spirits in’twined, combines.
Souls in harmony, combust and shines.
The seeds he sowed down deep below
erupted boldly, swells and grow.