A Teacher Who Thought Me Died And Then I Wrote Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

A young and energetic teaching mind is quiet
And now everyone is quiet
Kind helping hand is close
And everyone is helpless
What a Gentle, Gentleman

When a dark cloud falls
Falls upon us, it’s always hard
Hard to accept, then we became sad
Agreement became disagreement
Assertiveness became aggressiveness
Beyond and behind believing
There is a space of rest
A comfort zone of peace

Hell it’s not well
Choose heaven for rest
To rest like the rest

When time comes
Your good work will follow
And almighty God will have mercy on you
For the rest of your rest
And rest like the rest