The River of Winged Dreams Quotes

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The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

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If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

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The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

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Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.

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Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

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Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

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Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

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Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

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In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

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An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety––Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour o...

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Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

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Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a sin...

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Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

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The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color. In short, the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indi...

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Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

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Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

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