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Cantor:
all our ames 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 ame
Called to remember
Enter the ame
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 re rages, it will burn away a hundred veils.”
Burning
Breaking Grasping Raging
how do we keep these
ames 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 ame, enter the ame
shatter my heart, shatter my heart
called to enter, burn a hundred veils)
Called by this ame
Fire of my heart:
Break down all walls
Open all doors
Only this Love
“Eyes of esh, eyes of re” ~
Lumina, lumina, lumina
Open us,
All!
(In each moment the re rages, it will burn away a hundred veils.)
Recitation V
Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson were arrested shortly a er the
attack and charged with murder, kidnapping, and aggravated robbery. e
rst of two trials began on October ,
; 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 y away.
And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs utter and fall there with
a sigh.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to nd 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 horri ed, 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,
at’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 a ernoon)
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.
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