Precious jewel, you glow, you shine, reflecting all the good things in the world. Just look at yourself.

Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still like dust, I'll rise.

The hope, the hope that lives in the breast of the black American, is just so tremendous that it overwhelms me sometimes.

We all have that possibility, that potential and that promise of seeing beyond the seeming.

Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.