Maya Angelou

The title of this post is really: To Maya

I'm using this blog to dedicate a poem to her because, generally, it's later in life that we come to appreciate life/its tests and lessons. Maya was one whose gilded words solidly framed our many hearts/kindred spirits. Gave each of our individual portraits/our varied circumstances ... value. Stamped by that special acknowledgement when someone feels what we felt. Understands ... understood.

Hope you enjoy.

Sleep Sweet
our Angelou,

your debt in death
paid;

your past soulful woes

lived

now thankfully staid

by means of a
ransom

lovingly
benevolently

made.

So till Maya's
called

by a King Heavenly
enthroned

again

poet and writer,
especially friend--not long
gone

but new

her age, and
spirit

miraculously renewed

let her enthusiasm for life
continue;
in our souls
be imbued.

Then

on this earth
of violence erased

with others of like
presence

spiritually
enlightened;

life
leisure
the pace;

gathered
together
in various
beautiful
spaces;

smiles,
tranquility
exude pleasure
on nations
of faces,

then
Maya
and others

formerly
at ease

in earth's soil over centuries

deceased

will again celebrate

life

this time without
pain, death or disease;

this time

thankfully

without cease.


Yes, this time

thankfully

without

cease.