Irrepressible Flame (In Memory of saiom)

 

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

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had the pleasure and the privilege to connect with saiom during her last days. In a PM she wrote that she didn't have much time left, but I didn't want to think about it at the time. After she disappeared, I did some research that confirmed my fear. 

 

To read more about her amazing life and accomplishments, go to:

 

https://www.beaconjournal.com/obituaries/pwoo0478297

 

https://www.animals24-7.org/2023/01/22/nellie-saiom-shriver-80-introduce...

 

https://www.beaconjournal.com/story/news/2023/04/30/nellie-shriver-of-ak...

 

Also take a look at her enormous collection of poems, many of them magnificent micro-meditations on compassion and universal wisdom:

 

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/saiom

 

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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."

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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."

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What an inspiring send off! I

What an inspiring send off! I found great comfort in your elegant words. Thank you. 

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I am in shock . . . my words

I am in shock . . . my words fail in the face of this news . . .


J-Called

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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. 

 
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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.  


J-Called

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I appreciate that very

I appreciate that very relatable anecdote. T.S. Elliott certainly hit the mark with that one.