Now, since I was set on fire
Tamyka Bell
It is so easy to rekindle me.
The sunlight filters through the trees.
I am the rock on which I now lie,
And it is me.
From this angle I am overwhelmed;
The trees meet the rocks,
The rocks kiss the water,
And the water flows and nourishes.
It energises me;
It relights my being.
Souls are not lost here,
They are found.
Rest now, loved ones,
Find peace,
And remember this sacred place.
11 August, 2004
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