HER WORDS by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

This is a tribute poem to Maya Angelou…

When I think of her life’s journey, her laughter carried her to her rising. Her poems carried the world with love and truth. I honor her and celebrate her life. She took her convictions seriously, but always smiling, always looking and seeing with the eyes of her heart.

Her Words

~Dedicated to Maya Angelou 1928-2014~

her words,

brushed against-

our souls,

like angel wings-

soft and strong,

gentle song-

of her heart.

her words,

laughed with-

the voice,

of empowerment-

whimsical and sure,

breathtaking and pure-

filled with conviction,

brought you to-

resurrection,

like seeds-

they were sprinkled,

across the ground-

of your heart.

they touched,

the universe-

and back,

colors of her rainbow-

like star dust,

against our sky-

so dark and black.

her words,

did not hesitate,

to bring her-

charging will,

her words now-

hold time still,

forever-

in our minds.

they hold our breath,

as we hold them-

as gold,

pressed against-

our souls.

her words

like angel wings,

we will always hold.

'Photography by Jimmy Williams

Maureen Kwiat Meshenbergis an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page calleHeart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here.

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