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from the ashes, we rise


even the criminal thought of a malefactor has more grandeur and nobility than the wonders of heaven. [Hegel]


From an inmate: God Bless America
In the Aftermath of the Attack
Sept 11, 2001


Lord help the inmate


Reach Out and Touch
Somebody's Hand;
Make This World a Better Place
If You Can
see Hearts
from     Hearts & Minds


The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him. - Henry L. Stimson.  

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Courage and Faith
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The Poem is by Sidney Lanier


Into the woods my Master went,
clean forspent, forspent,
into the woods my Master came,
forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to him.
the little grey leaves were kind to him,
the thorn tree had a mind to him,
when into the woods he came.

Out of the woods my Master came
and he was well content;
out of the woods my Master came,
content with death and shame.
When death and shame would woo him last,
from under the trees they drew him last,
'twas on a tree they slew him last
when out of the woods he came.


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our beloved daughter



peace be unto you   *   peace be unto you   *   peace be unto you