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A Matopos Spirit
When the sky hangs in peace,
When the moulded mass lies silent,
When the boulders seek their own silence,
And only the crack of tindered wood echoes therough parched valleys.
It is then,
It is only then,
It is only then when the spirit floats and cries,
It is then dear people,
It is only then that the spirit,
A spirit left by echoes of distant races,
It is only then that the spirit drifts,
And floats towards all that listen and heed.
This is the time of the Matopos,
The time when God came to rest.
This is the time when none can avoid,
For we are but the children of that God,
That God who came and rested,
That God who came and gave,
The Spirit of the Matopos.
Lewis J Rhodes 2012