Maswane
Your name is beautiful, a tribute to your youth;
before hell came and stole all that God had given you.
Your face still soft and sweet,
evidence of what once was and yet will be.
Your eyes now dark and hollow; windows to your soul.
Looted by despair, smiles and laughter faded.
Your limbs are thin and frail; bones so lightly veiled.
Your skin is thick and calloused, dry and cracked it oozes.
Delicate finger tips protrude like gentle shoots from rotting stumps;
oddly untouched by the decay.
Why has death come to your door Maswane?
Why has hell attacked so fiercely?
Innocense lost by those who should uphold you.
Where now does your hope lie?
Darkness surrounds you, alone in house of mud.
Devoured now by shame; abandoned and scorned.
Your mother weaps for you Maswane, her suffering so deap.
To see her babe torn by hate, fearing it’s too late.
Why has death come to your door Maswane?
Where does tomorrow lie?
Righteousness will not fail you child,
turn your eyes to the King of Life.
Death has been defeated, he will not have you.
Joy awaits the morning, your bones shall rise again.
Dance Maswane, dance for your King.
For He has set you free in deed, He has set you free!
I see you standing, hands raised high,
to tell the world, “I am alive!”
White teeth glisten from ear to ear.
Your heart beats wildly as your King draws near.
Listen all who have ears to hear,
The Lord has come to Maswane.
Joy now fills what sorrow once held, forgiveness leads you there.
Fret not my daughter for what was lost, you have become my heir.
*As I type this, chills run through my bones. I wrote this before I read of her death, and only now as I type it see that it is true. God bless you sweetly Maswane, I’ll see you in eternity.
