At 9 am Guyana Time...Roger Moore will be having Homecoming Service in the UK in a Private ........This Tribute will be read ......... An Earthly farewell to our Dear Brother and Cousin…… Roger Eamonn Floyd Moore . Roger On behalf of our very large and grateful Diaspora, in Guyana and abroad, It is a singular honour for me to send this message of Love, Peace and Grace…… to your Homecoming We collectively Cherish, Celebrate and Embrace your wonderful Legacy. A Legacy of strength, resilience, hopefulness and courage……a LEGACY of PURPOSE. We embrace , more so, your eternal quest for “EQUALITY” for all Guyanese….as enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights….and as witnessed in your willingness to speak out on behalf of those denied….. those oppressed …… those who lost their lives and…… those who could not speak for themselves. You were most Willing…most Able and …..most Eloquent in your “At Home with Roger” Show. Your LEGACY is in our Hearts…… In our Minds ……and In our Souls…..indelibly written . In OUR everyday quest for Freedom and Equality……you reminded us of the words of the great Maya Angelou….. You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise Yesterday, Maya Angelou was celebrated and acknowledged for the Legacy she left the World. Today, we celebrate you……. for the LEGACY…… you left us Nothing is life or death is coincidental. Her leaving….your leaving…are not coincidental. For you are both from the GREAT TREE OF LIFE…..OUR COMMON HUMANITY So goodbye for now …OUR DEARLY BELOVED BROTHER , TEACHER AND FRIEND……….. Your wonderful Journalism, your Wonderful Voice, your Beautiful Spirit, your Warrior Soul…..YOUR LOVE FOR US…..these jewels we will nor forget…or WASTE. ROGER….It is so very fitting to have Maya Angelou ….Speak to All of US….. on your Spiritual transition on your Ancestral Journey……….These are Her words…so befitting of you My Brother “WHEN GREAT TREES FALL When great trees fall, Rocks on distant hills shudder, Lions hunker down in tall grasses, And even Elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, Small things recoil into silence, Their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, The air around us becomes Light…Rare….Sterile We breathe, briefly. Our eyes Briefly see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, Examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid. Promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them Takes leave of us. Our Souls, dependent upon their nurture, Now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their Radiance Fall away. We are not so much maddened As reduced to the unutterable ignorance Of dark, cold caves. And when Great Souls die, After a period Peace blooms, Slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of Soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored … Never to be the same Whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed. ROGER EAMONN FLOYD MOORE…………….LIVE ON LIVE ON… IN US UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN UNDER THE SILK COTTON TREE BE AT PEACE YOUR JOB HAS BEEN EXTRAORDINARILY WELL DONE
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 12:37:11 +0000
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