The Key To All Strange Things Is

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.