tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607511.post114480323876223411..comments2008-12-13T05:28:39.918-03:00Phillipe Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342490962831946701noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607511.post-78900191994620727832006-12-27T12:02:00.000-03:002006-12-27T12:02:00.000-03:00The UHJ notes the various terms that have been or are used to identify the people living in America whose ancestors were Africian. All these are merely names for a dearly beloved people.<br /><br />The UHJ then raises "Transformation of hearts" to a higher plane than terminology. That brings to mind a poem that I first read 43 years ago. I sense a unity in what the UHJ and the poet are teaching us. The peem reads as follows:<br /><br />The night is beautiful<br />So the faces of my people.<br /><br />The stars are beautiful<br />So the eyes of my people.<br /><br />Beautiful also is the sun.<br />Beautiful also are the souls of my people.<br /><br /> - Langston HughesLarry Orloffnoreply@blogger.com