Dr. Maya Angelou
It is with great humility that I offer the following, as a small poetic tribute to the life and legacy of Dr. Maya Angelou. May be downloaded and freely shared at: Amazonlist.net/IWeepNoMore.pdf
I Weep No More
© 1999 Gene Cartwright.
I weep no more.
Well of tears—bone dry,
bed of thorns now lies empty,
absent my presence, waiting, hoping,
expecting, foretelling my return
to its piercing embrace,
But I have moved on.
I weep no more.
Wall of fear—once stone,
blown asunder, now gone forever,
reduced to dust, crumbled, shambled,
unable to thwart my will,
nor prevent my escape,
‘Cause I have moved on.
I once longed for the serenity of death,
the solitude of nonexistence,
the eternal peace of un-being, as in never having been,
But no more.
I once sought the tomb of a mindless darkness,
unacquainted with the informing nature of memory,
or the gift of light,
But no more.
I have found my voice, heard my song, seen my spirit leap
like a geyser toward heaven.
And I have moved on.
I weep no more.
Well of tears—bone dry,
bed of thorns now lies empty,
craving my presence, waiting, hoping,
expecting, predicting my relapse
to its cruel embrace,
But I have moved on.
I weep no more.
Wall of fear—once stone,
blown asunder, now gone forever,
reduced to dust, crumbled, shambled,
unable to shunt my will,
nor stay my escape.
‘Cause I have moved on.
I weep no more,
’Cept for joy, aloud I cry,
now yearning to be, to live, not die.
Now cleansed of shame, I weep no more.
My soul is free. I weep no more.
My soul is free. I weep no more!