Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
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Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.
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The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
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