Peace

…Voice of the Divine

“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.”
– Maya Angelou

Featured Image:
Seaside Mood
Yvette Depaepe

Composition by:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon

 

Seaside Mood By: Yvette Depaepe

Seaside Mood
By: Yvette Depaepe

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