Susee Mable's Silent Meditations

"Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime." —Shakespeare (Sonnet III) Posted by: Suhasini

Susee Mable: May 20, 1941 - April 13, 2015 When Great Trees Fall

 by 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 alwa...

Suha, Ethel and Susee (early 1979) at Niagara Falls Posted by: Suhasini