Softly, softly touch my forehead

lovely and holy you look upon me

for when I was soft with youth

you were there

for when I was old and worn

you were there

Kindly, kindly cover my head

benevolent and with compassion

you look towards me

for when I was cold and aloof

you were there

for when I was lava and fiery

you were there

Gently, gently cross my chest

forgiving and loving you see me

for when I was alone and a cast away

you were there

for when I was a cajoler and praised by many

you were there

Warmly, warmly you touch my feet

closing my casket the same way you rocked my cradle

you are here

by Anja Marais