THERE IS BEAUTY IN EACH DAY

Oh how wonderful, how beautiful, how glorious .

The laughter that echoes from ear to ear.

The smile that erases all our tears.

The colors that brighten our world.

The support of friends praying , encouraging, crying, when were feeling overwhelmed.

The touch that warms our inner soul the kiss that melts us forom head to toe.

Oh how wonderful, how beautiful, how glorious, the beauty of each day.

The life that enters the world so new, the simple things it learns to do.

People reaching out a helping hand, helping those in times need.

Snow that covers the land to help restore it once again.

Oh how beautiful, how wonderful, how glorious.

Stand and see, hear and feel, the power, the intensity, the strength.

Feel the warmth, the joy, the light.

Hear the voice that whispers softly, words of love, words of joy, words of happiness of true delight.

Oh how wonderful, how beautiful, how glorious the beauty of each day.

JUSTICE FOR ALL

"With liberty and justice for all."

The day Martin Luther King died was the day I saw my father cry. I watched him sit at the dining room table and weep as the television continue to show the assassination over and over again. I stood there stunned at what I was watching. I had just learned about him two months before to do a report on him in school for Negro History Week. I had learned that he had received the Nobel Peace Prize for fighting for racial justice. I couldn't understand why would someone kill a man that only wanted justice for everyone. I didn't understand what we did (black peopel) that society wanting no parts of us. What did we do that was so wrong that we weren't allow to have the same privileges everyone else had in this country.

As I stood there and watched my father cry then he began to pray for peace for our country I could feel the fear rush though me wondering what would happen next. I remember hearing people saying that we'll never be excepted in this country. People were saying there is no justice for blacks. I too began to cry. I had no hope.

On November of this year when Obama won the election I sat and watched the resource come in with Pops, my girlfriends, father. As we watched he shared stories of growing up in the south with all the laws that prohibited him from being excepted as a man in this country. I listened to him share stories of places he wasn't allow to go and working and receiving a very low wage for a days work in the fields. I sat and listened and cried with tears of joy as he shared that he didn't think he would ever see a black man become the president of the United States of America. I found the hope that I lost as a little girl when Martin Luther King was killed.

Justice is finally here for all. Not just for blacks in this country but for everyone. Obama represents everyone that makes up these United States. He believed in this country and the laws that govern this country. He believed that this land was truly made for not just one but for all. He had the hope that was planted many years ago. I feel so proud that our country feels that we should not judge a man by the color of his skin but by his character. I can finally say proudly "with liberty and justice for all."

The Dream is alive.

God bless America