For Martin Luther King Day 2013
Gwendolyn Brooks once wrote:
A man went forth with gifts.
He was a prose poem.
He was a tragic grace.
He was warm music.
He tried to heal the vivid volcanoes.
His ashes are
rending the wind.
And we must plant these saplings at once. For hope can be the fastest growing plant of all. Love can overtake a wilderness, and make it bloom and flower again.
But these trees of life will not grow at all unless we plant them.
And his memory will not be redeemed unless we live his Dream, every day of our lives.
So may it be. Amen.