Icicles of years lived hanging so low now
Shadows of the present drawing longer
With toils of priesthood all but sallow
He smiles as he hears sirens from the pearly gates
Imagining the sight of all that he ever preached about
I guess he can hear his sermons a load clearer now
He stretches out to preach his last sermon ‘The beauty of death’
With his loved ones by his side, it was time to bid them farewell.
Godless life is but indeed hollow!

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
15 May 2020