No More Tears

When I saw my brother in the coffin, died.
I went and sat by the river, I was a child.
I was in tears, I forgot about life, I cried.
I saw the moon like a pregnant lady, wild.

I doubt God for the death and lack of bread
And the river so robust, burly, I could not cross it.
I sat on the sun that just woke up from his bed.
I went closer to the river to find a stone to sit.

O how beautiful nature was on that early day.
The heavenly stars had already fallen sleep.
I looked up a sycamore tree I saw a blue jay.
When I looked down the river, it was deep.

I began to look around; it was like I saw God.
I was crying for the death of my dear brother.
But I saw God in all his creatures, I had to nod
And I murmured “Beside God there is no other.”

The river was wild and flowing very strongly.
Pineapples and Mango trees filled with sweet fruits.
My senses told me I blamed God wrongly.
It was like I saw God walking on His boots.

Then I saw God in the rivers, and the air.
I was filled with joy, though my brother died.
I cried no more, I went to God in prayer.
I had hope for I knew God was my guide.

Deaths, famines, quakes will come to earth.
The river will seem to be too strong to cross,
Know that God’s presence is no mirth.
Trust in the Lord always to take you across.