Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

I knew I loved youwhen ‘home’ went from being a placeto being a person.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

We wear many things, but that with greatest import is our expression.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Absence of problems does not lead to happiness. Dealing with them does.

Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.