Ascension Sunday

“Everyone in the world has gone to bed one night or another with fear or pain, or loss or disappointment. And yet each of us has awaken arisen, somehow made our ablutions, seen other human beings and said ‘Morning, Hi how are you? Fine thanks, and you?’ It’s amazing that wherever that abides in the human being there is a nobleness of the human spirit. Despite it all, black and white, Asian, Spanish, Native-American, pretty, plain, thin, fat, vowed or celibate, we rise.” 

Maya Angelou, introducing her poem “Still I Rise.” 

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