When My Breath Is Done Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

When my breath is done,
And my breast can sigh no more,
Will my name be gone,
Or sojourn on every tongue?
I dream my words,
Hearts so deep are touched,
So wounded be healed,
And so broken be amended.

And when my breath is done
Let the wind whistle it
Over the seven seas,
Over the land,
Where my feet may not stand
Fore I breathe the last.
Let the wind whistle it
To the hearts I touched
And those that touched me.

Let no eye tears
Let no face mourn wears
You may tattoo me with vinegar reed
On history's back or belly
But in her heart I am glad I live
I hope my time well spent
Undetached from grace of forever gail
On whom I lay my faith won't let me fail
To wake in a land full of white
Where my soul can sing.
A song of peace,
Amen.