From The Seeds Of Fruit To The Thorns Of Loneliness Poem by Sicelo Sithole

They came to greet him with eyes closed and full of tears
The days now count all what he did in his youth and utter years
His life is now a mature harvest from the seeds of fruit to the thorns of loneliness
He now watches freely in the heavens old and bare
His heart is free from all desires; he now holds the heavenly gates with all gentleness and fair
They came to greet him with questions in their eyes; I told them God is near him, he is now closer to holiness

Dedicated to Sipho Sithole, my late beloved cousin.