May It Be Given... Poem by Gert Strydom

May it be given that this pain
now disappear
and that out of this sorrow
healing will come.

May it be given that out of each tear
that falls burning,
your ghostly shadow will disappear.

May it be given that memory
may bring to you
a place of honour in my remembrance
and preserve you forever
as a sign that it was love.

l’Envoi
May it be given that out of this ash
that once was my most holy,
I will stand up
to go forth
and that I now become this phoenix
and encircle my thighs with power
and rise.