Before the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world, love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity: between men and women, between blacks and whites, northerners and southerners, haves and have-have-nots, self and self.

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. --from The Light, That Never Dies

Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

President Obama appears to me to have elevated and implemented the artist-activist concept to the role of empowered servant-leader.

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

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.