“A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.”

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

“In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.”

“The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them.”

“Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...”

“I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and to accept the fact that life had never given me any choice in the matter. And then I had to discover exactly what that meant.”

“And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies”