Moving Bodies Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Time is a train
On an endless move
Having only one stop:
Whatever comes after
We stop living

I heard its eternal life
I heard its eternal condemnation
I heard it's either one of the two
And that what we do while living
Forges the key
To unlock the door
To a world of our choosing
Heaven or hell

I've encountered many
Who were on their way to hell
Then changed their minds
I think choice is a beautiful thing
It draws emphasis on the whole
Idea of freedom

I grew up in church
Then grew out of it
No one said a thing
Because heaven is a personal journey
I think mama hoped I find
The way on my own
And I did

I can't tell you how it was
Discovering this Love
That was always awaiting me
All along
Falling in to arms that were always ready to receive me
When I talk of God
I talk of home, I talk of shelter

I'm safe here
Wanted
Loved
Cherished
This is where I choose
And want to be