As painful as life can be at times for people all over the world there is some component of existence, or nonexistence perhaps,
ABERJHANIAs painful as life can be at times for people all over the world there is some component of existence, or nonexistence perhaps,
ABERJHANIYou are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
ABERJHANIThen came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
ABERJHANIPoetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
ABERJHANIAnd to secure for the next generation a legacy of choices based on informed awareness rather than one of reactions based on unknowing fear.
ABERJHANIPeace is not so much a political mandate as it is a shared state of consciousness that remains elevated and intact only to the degree that those who value it volunteer their existence
ABERJHANIFrom her gospel-singing mother Cissy Houston, her legendary pop-diva cousin Dionne Warwick, and her Queen of Soul godmother Aretha Franklin
ABERJHANIWe rarely get a definitive look at just how complicated and sometimes dangerous their everyday lives were. In fact,
ABERJHANIWhile it is unlikely that poetry or art shall eliminate the reality of war in the twenty-first century, it is thrilling to know there remain individuals, and even entire communities,
ABERJHANIThe fact that an African American sits in the White House at the helm of government in the United States of America on this 150th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s
ABERJHANIThe dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
ABERJHANIThey may have for their lives, or, exercising sufficient strength of will to make those dreams a reality.
ABERJHANIIn a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.
ABERJHANIFeet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
ABERJHANIIn the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.
ABERJHANIOn faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
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