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.

Ours 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, and the relentless suffocation of that singular breath which makes human beings individuals.

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.

Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.