somewhere, not too far away
on a distant Home unknown
is my brother, my Dad and Grandma
my cousins and nieces
many more that my mouth can’t count
that I can't be there, is story my tears tell
yet, I remember what Grandma once said
Tsiefe is not far from here, it is here
and they are here to still my storms
that they are here with me I need not fear
that I’m not on the distant hill unknown
I need not worry anymore
everyday I call them to attention
salute them in libations
honor their memory in songs
like the flowers others lay on graves
I dine and drink with them every hour
and rejoice in the peace of the Spirit's release
whenever we gather under the village tree
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