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Prayer

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Published: Mar 25, 2015

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Literature Text

Place your poems
on the lips of angels
so you can teach their wings
how it feels to fly
always upward.
Mark the summer evenings
soon to come
with the grace
that carried you
among us,
warm and cherished softly

and know we will always place
your words
among the stars.

Rest in words, Ronald Terry Ray
January 7, 1957 - March 24, 2015

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For RonI have his books and a good idea of how he spent
his days. I wanted to sit with him – a pot of coffee
between us, and talk about the clowns he created,
the omens he thieved from crows. I wanted to watch
the clocks take time from us.
What I wonder is if he knew just how much
I loved his work: how often I watched him
make statements that grew into stories which held
no logic but owned the truth in a way most folks
can’t handle. He could place words on a page,
flatly but never flimsily – those words would get up,
do the work for those who lacked the imagination
to stir them. What he did with his writing was
a sort of magic, the kind everyone ought to believe in.
His stories made me sad, but could steal a grin
all in the same line; they made me want to own
my own sorrows – hold them up to the light and dare
them to shine. He made me not want to see the end
of anything, whether it was of a story or a moment.

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i interacted with him only a little, but what a wonderful and moving eulogy.