Wednesday, 27 May 2015

When Great Trees Fall


'A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.'  
~ Maya Angelou


When Great Trees Fall - Maya Angelou 

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.



When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.



When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.


Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance, 
fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
 of
dark, cold

caves.



And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us:
They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, beautiful poem, Siobhan! I confess, I must read more of Maya Angelou's work, everything of hers I've read over the years has been exceptional and truly memorable and touching! Such a strong, defined, and inspiring voice, Ms. Angelou! Cheers!

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    1. I agree Sveto. I always find her voice to be one of great compassion and love. This poem is beautifully true, and particularly pertinent for me right now.

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