You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice-- sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
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.
Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.