On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

Death may indeed be final but the love we share while living is eternal.

Any day above ground is a good one.

God talks incessantly. But, as it turns out, mankind is deaf.

God, despite his casual silence, still exists. Of that I havent a single doubt.

Any day above ground is a good one. A woman’s beauty is her inherent ability to better a man in every way. My father, now in heaven, is the watcher of birds. And his eye...