For Saiom (Nellie) Shriver
1942-2023
"Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray."
Sai Baba
Your torrent of words
are alight upon the ages
now and what is
left shining
after the spirit
surmounts the
solid-looking world
is what we always were . . .
before the parading
and the clamor.
To you
love was everywhere
and everything—
something you
breathed, and
form:
that was just a
costume needed
in this
awful, dizzying,
beautiful saga,
but you wore it
like a diva,
tossing grandeur and
real peace out
there into
the dark . . .
And yes,
they watched,
sometimes befuddled,
sometimes enraged,
but never, ever
bored,
and some even
learned how
to care.
Don't worry,
ever-living fire,
all your fans,
furry and human
and all
sorts of things
that ventured into
this world,
don't weep.
We cherish life
as you
performed it
in a world
so much better
because you
were here.
Patricia Joan Jones
.
.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Another great postpomie gone
Another great postpomie gone to another dimension, to explore all the somany notions written about life and its many phases. Deeply saddened by her loss and comforted by your tribute so beautiful and aprpropopo. A marvellous journey to you Siaom. Best blessings.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
What an inspiring send off! I
What an inspiring send off! I found great comfort in your elegant words. Thank you.
I am in shock . . . my words
I am in shock . . . my words fail in the face of this news . . .
Starward
I felt the same way when I
I felt the same way when I discovered she had left us, but the elegy you posted brought me a very broad and consoling perspective. It was exactly the type of tribute she would have wanted. My sincere condolences.
When the (now
When the (now underappreciated) theological novelist, Charles Williams, died in England in 1945, after a minor appendectomy that was not anticipated to be fatal, T. S. Eliot wrote that Heaven seemed a little more tangible knowing that Charles Willams was now there. That thought came to me when I first read your words that Saiom had journeyed on from this world.
Starward
I appreciate that very
I appreciate that very relatable anecdote. T.S. Elliott certainly hit the mark with that one.