Just 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.
ABERJHANITime (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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At its most dynamic, faith evolves into powerful applicable knowledge.
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Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.
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It appears to be more that of a warrior-philosopher who practices the art of political persuasion by authoring acclaimed books
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Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
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I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.
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Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
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Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator.
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Experience of freedom in America. Some would argue that it goes beyond hampering their “pursuit of happiness” to outright obliterating it.
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Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.
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The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings
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President Obama appears to me to have elevated and implemented the artist-activist concept to the role of empowered servant-leader.
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The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.
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Often because the attempt to practice it is misunderstood, discouraged, brought under attack, or made a target of willful abuse.
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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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In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
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