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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Maya Angelou, celebrated poet and author, dies

Photo: Peaceful rest .... beautiful, sweet spirit - I was in prayer for her over the weekend when I heard that she was cancelling events due to illness.....I'm heartbroken.....R.I.P. Dr. Maya Angelou (born Marguerite Ann Johnson) 

BREAKING: Award-Winning Literary Icon, poet, activist, artist, actor and author, Maya Angelou has passed away. She was 86 years-old. She was set to be honored with the “Beacon of Life Award” at the 2014 MLB Beacon Award Luncheon on May 30th in Houston. She has received over 50 honorary degrees and was Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University.

My deepest, heartfelt condolences to her Family and ALL who  knew and Loved Her......Her legacy, spirit and profound works will last forever! - A great influence....A powerhouse....I'm grateful that she shared her life with us all!
- I love the way she writes / the manner in which she delivers her gifts / teachings....(I'm currently reading "Mom & Me & Mom" a gift from my son.)  
A copy of her last tweet 5 days ago: 1:43 PM - 23 May 2014  - @DrMayaAngelou: 
"Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God."

ABC article: abcn.ws/1tP83xF  
Read more about her life here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings 

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 
 
Maya Angelou
#RIP
Peaceful rest .... beautiful, sweet spirit - I was in prayer for her over the weekend when I heard that she was cancelling events due to illness.....I'm heartbroken.....R.I.P. Dr. Maya Angelou (born Marguerite Ann Johnson) 

 Award-Winning Literary Icon, poet, activist, artist, actor, author and humanitarian, Maya Angelou has passed away. She was 86 years-old. She was set to be honored with the “Beacon of Life Award” at the 2014 MLB Beacon Award Luncheon on May 30th in Houston. She has received over 50 honorary degrees and was Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University.

My deepest, heartfelt condolences to her Family and ALL who knew and Loved Her......Her legacy, spirit and profound works will last forever! - A great influence....A powerhouse....I'm grateful that she shared her life with us all!
- I love the way she writes / the manner in which she delivers her gifts / teachings....(I'm currently reading "Mom & Me & Mom" a gift from my son.) 


Repost of her last tweet 5 days ago: 1:43 PM - 23 May 2014 - @DrMayaAngelou:
"Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God."


ABC news article > here 
Read more about her life >  here
To read the AP article, go > here

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

 
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom. 

- Maya Angelou
#RIP

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