Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
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.
What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.