What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

Making the choice to exercise compassion is an expression of Love for Humanity and Life itself.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.

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.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.