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
