Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.
Peace is not so much a political mandate as it is a shared state of consciousness that remains elevated and intact only to the degree that those who value it volunteer their existence as living examples of the same... Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social dis-ease.
Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
In honor of Oprah Winfrey: Even greater than the ability to inspire others with hope is the power to motivate them to give as much to the lives of others as they would give to their own; and to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.