In a box in the past
Reeking of hatred
But quiet at last
The pastor drenched it
In Holy Spirit
Coz sprinkling a few drops
Wasn't going to do it
The body had to be burnt
Right into the soil
As friends and family
Pitied the turmoil
So putrid was the stench
of horrible betrayal
So infectious the disease
of unsettled scores
But after it was burnt
the soil was good
Healthy saplings
grew shy and strong
Green faith in humanity
and firm belief in oneself
Took the place of judgement
jealousy and such hell
What was once spiteful
hateful and bitter
Was replaced with wisdom,
kindness,tolerance and vigour
So all is well,
You are where you are
I am where I am,
We exist . Separate and serene.
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