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.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Happy Valentine's Day

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine
of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book,
And as I touched it there, 
I saw her young and beautiful
The sunlight on her hair,
The love-light in her dark, young eyes
That years could not destroy,
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowell

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