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Monday, July 26, 2021

When Great Trees Fall








"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 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."


"When Great Trees Fall"

by Maya Angelou









Photo of stranded bear cub in Bootleg Fire in Oregon


Wildfires: Oregon limits state park campfires east of I-5 as thousands battle Northwest blazes - OPB







2020



Michele Bilyeu Creates *With Heart and Hands*: Oregon Fires and Hope for Better Times Ahead









Michele Bilyeu blogs With Heart and Hands as she shares her creative and healing  journey from Alaska to Oregon. Wildcrafting and the textiles arts of sewing, quilting, and crafting with fabric, paper, needles. and thread.

2 comments:

  1. Yes we must pray for all of the firefighters and other support people who are so bravely fighting to save our beautiful land. I have been praying alot for them, so that great souls do NOT fall... or the trees either. We can't "ban" lightening, and that is the sad part.. but I'm glad that all types of fires are being banned in many of these NW states. It is as it should be. That is a beautiful, haunting poem. xoxo Marilyn

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  2. And your comment is so very well said. Bless you dear Marilyn ❤

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Michele Bilyeu blogs "With Heart and Hands" as she journeys between Douglas, Alaska and Salem, Oregon.