The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
ABERJHANIOurs is an age in which thousands are driven daily from their homelands by the unforgiving brutalities of war, terrorism, political oppression, starvation, disease, economic piracy
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The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.
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And to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.
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A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.
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Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
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Terrorism, and political chaos that have characterized the beginning of the 21st Century.
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Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown.
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The Civil Rights Act of 1964 laid the foundation for the Voting Rights Act of 1965, but it also addressed nearly every other aspect of daily life in a would-be free democratic society.
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Although himself frequently a target of guerrilla decontextualization, a major part of the meaning of Michael Jackson’s life was to help balance the accumulation of horrors
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Yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates
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Where she offers the kind of insights into the spiritual aspects of Michael Jackson’s creative artistry that mainstream media mostly ignores.
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Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
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Erotic love, traditionally, has been described as shared sexual attraction.
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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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An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread
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