If physical death is the price that I must pay to free
my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death
of the spirit, then nothing can be more redemptive.
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me . . .
The strength of fire,
the freshness of morning,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak of me.
And my heart soars.