Journey Of The Dead

              Journey To The Dead
        (In Memory Of Daniel Kodjo Ngula)

   
    So in the temple of saints
    Laid Lord Ngula,
    And round his monument
    Stood firm the angels of celestial peace,
    Whom in their unstained hands                       

    Bestowed the sword of eternal elation   
    And at the tip of this sword;
    Good old thanes like Lord Ngula have bled.       

    Today Lord Ngula shall go counting;
    Counting the stars that glowed yesterday,               
    Counting the good he did to men,
    Counting the scars he left on men
    And one by one every action
    In his heart shall be counted,
    For once he fell and for once every man shall fall.           

    Wandering wearied and weak in woods of death,
    Lord Ngula shall  not go hunting tomorrow,
    So within these serene walls,
    May his soul set to snore with shadows
    Laid in celestial rest.                           



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