We Will Never Forget Them

We will never forget them
Or how they said goodbye
In that morning
When their smiles were raised
To us , now they seek
The lights and stars
That touched hearts
And touched heaven.




In the depths of our hearts
In the depths of our souls
and our bones,
We look not to one another
Out of fear , but love
That makes the darkness pass
And illuminates us with grace and kindness.

We will never forget them
Or how we laughed and cried
And all the things in between
In that immortal dawn
Where we store our waking souls
The souls we owe to God
When we pray for our great nation
Kenya.

Come back

Come back to me and make me live
 Because the night is so cold and no stars are light
 I linger here in it , tortured by it
Comforted by the thought of warmth
Seeping back to your body

Come back to me and make me sing,
So loud! The heavens will shout with
The vibrations of my thanksgiving and praise
To God in His Glory and Grace for keeping you safe

I hurt. That special kind of pain reserved for humans
Death seems like a sweet escape or deep slumber?
Perhaps
I'm left frozen in suspended animation
Doomed to wander the galaxy
Alone

Come back to me and make me breathe
It feels like eternity since I exhaled
Why did it take so long to find your touch?
There is so much I miss

When the dawn comes and the shadow leaves
When the fragrance of the sun fills the air
When the wind travels to his hemisphere
I'll look for you  will see you again?

Come back to me and make me live

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

I Cannot Live With You , by Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with you 
It would be life
And life is over there 
Behind the shelf 
The sexton keeps the key to 
Putting up our lives 
His porcelain like a cup 
Discarded of the housewife 
Quaint - or broke 
A newer sevres pleases 
Old ones crack 

I could not die with you 
For one must wait 
To shut the other's gaze down 
YOU - could not 
And I? Could I stand by 
And see you freeze?
Without my right of frost    
Death's priviledge


Nor could I rise with you 
 Because your face 
Would put out Jesus'
That new grace grow plain 
And foreign on my homesick eye 
Except that you than he shone closer by 
They'd judge us - how for you 
Served heaven, 
You know , you ought to 

I could not 
 Because you saturated sight 
And I had no more eyes 
For sordid excellence 
As paradise - and were you lost?
I would be 
Though my name rang loudest 
On the heavenly fame and were you saved 
And I condemned to be where you were not 
That self were hell to me 

So we must met apart 
You there 
I here 

With just the door ajar 
That oceans are - 

And prayer 
And that white sustenance - 
Despair.