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Suppose we could sing this life
as though it were a splendid symphony,
its movements divine, all of a piece,
a perfect balance of dissonance and bliss.
Or, suppose we lived this holy life
as though it were a Sacred Mass,
a work of God and flesh made manifest
to redeem our human days upon the Earth.
All this power is within us now;
this song is in our hearts; these human eyes,
clouded and aging, yet marvelous still
can be cast upon this worldly plain by day
and yet see, even in glimpses, the manifestations
of our Holy Work, our holy lives.
We can look upon this worldly life and see
not toils and burdens, but the divine kiss
of God and all humanity.
Nothing can stop us now, when we arise and claim
our holy birthright, the divine blessing, holy bounty,
which the Hand of Life placed upon our heads
at the moment of our dawning. The soul bids us yet
arise and take our place in the solemn processional
into the sacred nave of the Earth’s cathedral.
Incense of sacred air inspires us; holy water of rivers and streams
sing for us; the fire of the Sun lights our altar.
Our feet planted firmly upon this Mother Earth, we progress
in different steps, not always synchronized;
our vestments variously arrayed (some would say mismatched).
But then, someone at the front begins to sway, and others,
inching forward, start to move rhythmically as well, until all
the solemn line of duty explodes (some would say madly)
in an awesome dance of life and light and hope.
And as the world dances together at last, we will know
that this world has finally been transformed
in the light of our deepest yearnings
and our ever-sacred imaginations.
jbs
4/23/02 - 11/17/02
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