This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
ABERJHANIThis world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
ABERJHANISomeone had to embrace positive beginnings before anyone could celebrate successful conclusions or continuations.
ABERJHANIThe passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 represented precisely such a hope – that America had learned from its past and acted to secure a better tomorrow.
ABERJHANIDr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.
ABERJHANIIt also contains a humbling light of recognition that compels many to do whatever they can to help reinforce the efforts of those who might be ‘at risk’ of not just giving up on their dreams, but of giving up on their continued existence.
ABERJHANIThe Emancipation Proclamation…can remind us in 2013 of all the mistakes we never want to commit again but it can also motivate us to fulfill to an ever greater degree
ABERJHANIIn ways that synchronize images, ideas, emotions, sounds, smells, ignorance, and knowledge.
ABERJHANIWhere she offers the kind of insights into the spiritual aspects of Michael Jackson’s creative artistry that mainstream media mostly ignores.
ABERJHANIAnd the relentless suffocation of that singular breath which makes human beings individuals.
ABERJHANIThe 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.
ABERJHANIRainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.
ABERJHANIMost of the more celebrated names among African-American authors, poets, and artists are known to the world because of their association with specific cultural arts movements.
ABERJHANIAs 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.
ABERJHANIWhat can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?
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.
ABERJHANIAnd now we step to the rhythm of miracles. –from The Light, That Never Dies
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