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"We Had Him"
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing.
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our finger tips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doding embrace.
Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instance we learn that Michael is gone, we know nothing.
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides.
With the abrupt absence of our treasure, though we are many, each of us is achingly alone; piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish of life, he was sheethed in Mother Love and family love and survived.
And did not more than that, he thrived.
With passion and compassion. Humor and Style.
We had him.
Whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him.
Beautiful, delighting our eyes. he raked his hat.
Slant over his brow and took a pose on his toes for all of us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing; he gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eifel Tower. In Ghana's Black Star Square, in Johannasburg, and Pittsburgh. In Birmingham, Alabama and Birmingham, England. We are missing Michael Jackson.
But we do know we had him.
And we are the world.
-Dr. Maya Angelou; read by Queen Latifah
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing.
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our finger tips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doding embrace.
Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instance we learn that Michael is gone, we know nothing.
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides.
With the abrupt absence of our treasure, though we are many, each of us is achingly alone; piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish of life, he was sheethed in Mother Love and family love and survived.
And did not more than that, he thrived.
With passion and compassion. Humor and Style.
We had him.
Whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him.
Beautiful, delighting our eyes. he raked his hat.
Slant over his brow and took a pose on his toes for all of us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing; he gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eifel Tower. In Ghana's Black Star Square, in Johannasburg, and Pittsburgh. In Birmingham, Alabama and Birmingham, England. We are missing Michael Jackson.
But we do know we had him.
And we are the world.
-Dr. Maya Angelou; read by Queen Latifah
And when you think of trust
Does it lead you home?
To a place that you only dream of
When you're all alone
Does it lead you home?
To a place that you only dream of
When you're all alone
Die heb ik gemist qua "act" maar ik vond haar witte jurkje niet echt kunnen....quote:Op dinsdag 7 juli 2009 22:14 schreef Jojoortje het volgende:
Wat vonden jullie van Jennifer Hudson?
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bijna zeker van wel, het vrouwtje was iets te enthousiastquote:
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Goddank wel, die twee hebben meer talent in hun kleine teen dan Michael hoorquote:
Op dinsdag 20 december 2011 03:07 schreef minthy het volgende:
Zelfs ik zou oh-oh doen, alleen al op basis van haar postgedrag en ui O+
'Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.'
( Groucho Marx )
Zelfs ik zou oh-oh doen, alleen al op basis van haar postgedrag en ui O+
'Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.'
( Groucho Marx )
