I am a poem in progresswith no clear beginning or endingjust a middleuntended, unintended, unfinished, hanging therelike the breath before a question

Karibu, dada wangu. Hapa, wewe ni nyumbani. Welcome, my sister. Here, you are home. Home. And to this home, may you always return.

Failure has a hacksaw to my anklesand right now there is nothingI want more than to learnhow to walk on my hands.

A true messenger lives a burdened life. If he is the Lord’s vessel, he carries in his heart a burden for souls none can share but those who know it firsthand.

it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.

There is no historic incident better or more variously supported than the resurrection of Christ.

Regarding the Hall of Fame, when they decided I was going to be one of the possible candidates, when I heard that, I was so thrilled. You're always hoping for something like that.

There will always be a few people who just want to knock you down or are jealous or just want to be horrible for the sake of it. I don't know what drives someone to be nasty.

She feels and she cries. It is to be admired.

I was a short order cook in a pool hall in college. So I am the fastest cook in the world.

Blessed are they whose bodies get destroyed in the service of others.

Life must be a preparation for the transition to another dimension.

How in the world any one weighing 185 pounds can be cute is beyond me.