The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
ABERJHANIAnd to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.
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A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
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In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
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Because Mr. Mandelas early opponents invested so many resources into distorting the true nature of his advocacy
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The definitive freedom-sustaining and life-enhancing principles of democracy in living action.
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The 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.
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It 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.
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The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
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A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
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Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
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A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another
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The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery.
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The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.
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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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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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