Journey of the Dead

I saw him lying there
In rigor mortis- lifeless, stiff and motionless:

His prayers weren't lost,
His visions the evil one couldn't shatter
Into pieces.

Soon his casket was whisked away
Amidst the beeping sound of an African
dirge.

One exact question run through the sharp
lenses of my mind:
"Who was your fidus achates -your very close friend- while
You lived?"

Daddy, you left us when we needed you most.
You impacted us with wisdom, knowledge and with your insightful
dreams.
We did sew them carefully to the seams of our academic gown.

There lies a man- an intercessor who is now on his journey
To the land of the dead:
We shall forever remember you precious Dad.


23rd September, 2016

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