Extravagant Spirits

Without their fierce devotion

We are fragile and forlorn,

Stumbling briefly, among the stars.

 

We and our figures belong to them

Exquistely, our beliefs and our

Breaths and made tangible in their love.

 

By their extravagant spirits, they draw us

From their safe borders

And into the center of the center ring

There they urge dance upon our

Leaden feet

And to our sullen hearts,

Bright laughter.

 

Not the crowd's roar nor the gasped

Breath of timorous can stay their mission.

 

There is no moderation in their nature.

They split upon their fingers

To test the wind of history,

They slip into our bonds and steal us

Away from the slavery of cowardice.

 

They skin back their thin lips over fang teeth and

Rock in hand, in our presence

Face down our Goliath.

 

These mothers, fathers, pasters, and priests,

These Rabbis, Immas, and Gurus,

Teach us by their valor and mold us with their courage.

 

Without their fierce devotion

We are only forlorn and only fragile

Stumbling briefly, amoung the stars.

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This poem was written by Maya Angelou. LiveLaughLove has plagurized it.