Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

These Are A Part of Me

Star Children
by Doris Kerns Quinn

A child should fill himself up with Stars
they will shine for him years later
in the darkest night. They will fortify him
against all greyness and bleakness -
against the humdrum of the world's 
old round and round.  A Child
can never have too many stars

and if there are elves in the grape arbor
on scented summer nights
or fireflies flashing signals
in the honeysuckle vines
So much the better.

But most of all there should be stars
their clustered promises of further light
blazing reassurance
to all puzzled children
through whatever night.


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