What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?
ABERJHANIWhat more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?
ABERJHANIBeneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
ABERJHANIAnd therein shines one major definition of what it meant to be Clinton D. Powell: someone who looked for, trusted in, and helped empower (if you will) the best in others.
ABERJHANIWhere humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
ABERJHANIWith something closer to love in its most empowering and healing sense.
ABERJHANIHow many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.
ABERJHANIThe whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself.
ABERJHANISearching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
ABERJHANIJust above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
ABERJHANIDeath wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.
ABERJHANIBetween men and women, between blacks and whites, northerners and southerners, haves and have-have-nots, self and self.
ABERJHANIThe word ‘survivor’ carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women.
ABERJHANIYet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates
ABERJHANIYour pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
ABERJHANISeptember 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
ABERJHANIWhat hell condemned, let heaven now heal.
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