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Ray Charles

1930~2004

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REFUGE

From my spirit's gray defeat
From my pulse's flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand,
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
from my own fault's slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.

For with my singing, I can make
a refuge for my spirit's sake,
A house of shining words, to be
my fragile immortality.
Sara Teasdale
 

Remembering Ray Charles

September 23 1930 ~ June 10 2004

 

A man who triumphed over blindness

and won...even over physical addiction

...a great example of courage and soul

In his music...he truly excelled his goal

 

Brown fingers caressing ivory keys

Oh, what a celebration were these

How very thrilling was the sight...

and to the heart...a sweet delight

 

Who will ever forget the sound of

'America...The Beautiful' sung in the rain

...sung to us of his land...the land...

of his happiness...and his pain

 

The singer has gone on...and left all behind…

but each time is heard...'Georgia On My Mind' …

there are thousands...who will remember him

Goodbye Mr. Charles...long shall your name not dim...

 

©Faye Sizemore 6/11/04

 

A Great Man Passes

 

Some singers could put a song in your heart.

Ray Charles could make your whole mind, spirit, and body sing.

Some singers got the beat and could feel the music.

Ray Charles gave you the beat and poured the music into you.

Ray stayed young in heart, because he didn't see people get old.

When Ray pounded on the piano, those notes and chords would

set up a vibration that traveled across the floor and up into your feet.

Today, I think, is "the day the music died."

© Karen Rice

 

 

 

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