I miss Leah. She left this earth last month and transitioned to a higher power. I still feel her though and I wrote a poem to continue the dialogue of our souls. The first poem she shared on World Pulse still affects me - and when I picked up my pen to write to her, I could only respond to the impact of its echo for me and our friendship that defied all borders:
"I am here to change what I can change
For be I weak, didn't I twist that branch?
I am here to deliver the message to the world
I will be its messenger though be I slow.
I am here to speak and to speak for myself
For be I quiet no one speaks for me.."
~ Leah Auma Okeyo, 2008
Our Flame ~ Poem for Leah
The branch snapped
The rumble of your buried cry
Meeting the new song of a weary world army
Born from a dream seeded in me
Became its conductor
The truth that lit my knowing
That it was destiny
To know you
To merge hope
Humility and vision
Into a new blazing poem
That corroded the corrupt
Burrowed new tunnels to freedom
That healed many
And from dusk to dawn
United our flame forever.
Love you Leah, your Amazon sister and eternal flame.
Jensine, July 2021
[Photo: Leah and Jensine pictured smiling wrapping arms around each other next to the ocean in Mexico]