A Solace For My Southern Land

A flaming circle alighted on fertile soils near a fig tree and harbour of hope to savour Struggles for freedom Love here was arrowed steadfast or ephemeral I disembarked to open Cultures at deeper dimensions Mastering spirals of colour I soldiered well trod streets where priests and imams laced Fingers blessing ardent marches My soul tussled with unshackling truth A flat mountain strewn with coral proteas was my purple majesty to manifest Dreams from fearless courage In this land of deserts and waves Love opened hundreds of doors to deliver itself in all its splendour and all its pain as it ignited Divinity My atoms weaved history and heritage traversing an incredulous African reality where life illuminated piquant fruits of my own making to relish or relinquish Embalmed by a Creator who guided sure footsteps to an axis in a spinning crystal at Heart’s core where joyful tears are a solace for my Southern land I return A flaming circle quenched !