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
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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.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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