Whites and Blacks––to recognize that racial disparities fueled by unwarranted bigotry were crippling America’s ability to shine as a true beacon of democracy in a world filled with people
ABERJHANIEach star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
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Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
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On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
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As history has demonstrated many times over, change may arrive slowly or quickly but it is the one constant, in one form or another, on which we can all count.
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Movies can provide tear-inducing or comically-entertaining representations of love, but many agree that its deeper conflicting complexities often seem unfathomable.
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Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
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Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
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Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.
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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
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Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.
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This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.
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At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
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Than they are to hearing anything about acts of love or grace.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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How hard are human beings willing to fight to achieve and sustain justice, equanimity, or joy? And should progress be called such when it devours what is best within the human spirit?
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