So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And

Mystery Is The Essence Of Divinity

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!

It Would Be Against All Nature For All The Negroes To Be Either At The Bottom, Top, Or In Between. We Will Go Where The Internal Drive Carries Us Like Everybody Else. It Is Up To The Individual.

Why Fear? The Stuff Of My Being Is Matter, Ever Changing, Ever Moving, But Never Lost; So What Need Of Denominations And Creeds To Deny Myself The Comfort Of All My Fellow Men? The Wide Belt Of The Universe Has No Need For Finger-rings. I Am One With The Infinite And Need No Other Assurance.