Voices on the Wind Courageous Voices
This Time, Morningside Heights by Wilda Morris I remember sparkling skyline, the Empire State Building, canyons of icy wind between skyscrapers, when I visited New York City forty years ago. This time I have a room for just one night in Morningside Heights. Between meetings I amble through the garden of Union Seminary, go into the chapel where Dietrich Bonhoeffer worshiped before returning to Germany to teach his flock how to live and die under der Führer. I stroll streets made holy by the tread of Abraham Heschel whose very life was a prayer, this rabbi who said his legs prayed as he marched from Selma to Montgomery with Martin Luther King. I trace footprints of two men whose lives cast more glow than the lights of Manhattan.