Requiem for a Poet by Deb Grant Maya Angelou died today. A voice silenced. A voice set free. Cruelty muffled her childhood. She scratched the bottom of her cage And created courage. And then she spoke in words of buttered leather not fashioned into whips. She helped us listen. She pushed out her voice like childbirth. She raised up. The standard bearer for a generation. She held not a flag but a freedom wrapped in human flesh. Who will carry the words forward? * * * * * * * Holy God, for poets who give a voice to your creations hunger for dignity and freedom, we give you thanks. Receive them into your good and gracious arms, O Lord. Amen.