When Great Souls Die [Editor: this is an excerpt from a poem entitled “When Great Trees Fall”  BTW, Maya Angelou as of January 10, 2022 is featured on the U.S. quarter.] When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our … Continue reading When great souls die -Black History Month