Ravinia 2019, Issue 7, Week 14

Cantor: all our flames now swaying and free all our hearts now moving as one every living spirit turned toward peace all our tender hopes awake Choir: Called by this candle Led to the flame Called to remember Enter the flame Fire: howl Fire: broken Fire: burst Fire: rage Fire: swell Fire: shatter Fire: wail Fire We all betray the ancient heart Ev’ry one of us, all of us His heart, my heart, your heart, one heart “In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils.” # Burning Breaking Grasping Raging how do we keep these flames in our hands? how do we guard these fears in our hearts? how long to hold these griefs in our songs? remembering anger weave it with hope remembering exile braid it with praise longing past horror longing past dread dreaming of healing past all our pain Fire: living in me Fire: purify Fire: now hold me Fire: seize my heart (enter the flame, enter the flame shatter my heart, shatter my heart called to enter, burn a hundred veils) Called by this flame Fire of my heart: Break down all walls Open all doors Only this Love “Eyes of flesh, eyes of fire” ~ Lumina, lumina, lumina Open us, All! (In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils.) Recitation V Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson were arrested shortly after the attack and charged with murder, kidnapping, and aggravated robbery. The first of two trials began on October 26, 1999; both were convicted of the murder and sentenced to two consecutive life sentences. We Are All Sons Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs flutter and fall there with a sigh. Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. ^ we are all sons of fathers and mothers we are all sons we are all rivers the roar of waters, we are all sons I Am Like You I am like you Aaron and Russell When I think of you (and honestly I don’t like to think about you) but sometimes I do, I am so horrified, and just so angry and confused (and scared) that you could do things to another boy—they were so cruel and so undeserved, so dark and hard and full of (I don’t know) Late one night I had a glimpse of something I recognized, just a tiny glimpse— I don’t even like to say this out loud, it isn’t even all that true— but I wondered for a moment, am I like you? (in any way) (I pray the answer is no) Am I like you? I bet you once had hopes and dreams, too. Some things we love get lost along the way, That’s just like me—get lost along the way— I am like you, I get confused and I’m afraid and I’ve been reckless, I’ve been restless, bored, unthinking, listless, intoxicated, I’ve come unhinged, and made mistakes and hurt people very much. Sometimes I feel (in springtime, in early afternoon) the sunshine warm on my face; you feel this too (don’t you?), the sunshine warm on your face. I am like you (this troubles me) I am like you (just needed to say this) Some things we love get lost along the way. we are all sons of fathers and mothers we are all sons sometimes no home for us here on the earth no place to lay our heads we are all sons of fathers and mothers if you could know for one moment how it is to live in our bodies within the world if you could know you ask too much of us you ask too little The Innocence When I think of all the times the world was ours for dreaming, When I think of all the times the earth seemed like our home— Every heart alive with its own longing, Every future we could ever hope to hold. SEPTEMBER 3 – SEPTEMBER 15, 2019 | RAVINIA MAGAZINE 109