This flower,
rooted in the rich soil of “Guide Me, Thou Great Jehovah;"
“Yes, Jesus Loves Me”. . .
blossomed before a small crowd.
Vocal ranges and rifts penetrated beyond the walls of
New Hope
to private Ipods
and majestic arenas teeming with adoring crowds,
beyond Newark’s borders and American ports.
It flourished to full maturity.
We inhaled its fragrance for two decades.
And then
the
flower
wilted,
But first
it returned to the old hope of “Yes. . ..
and finally back to the altar of Newark’s New Hope,
where Whitney, The Voice, The Rose first penetrated the soil.
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