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We are called
during our few brief years here
to reflect the golden glory of the faces
that stand before us
in tragedy and in mirth;
to listen, tell their stories,
and re-member--
join with them as one--
in the ceaseless garment of time
that knows no end.
We are called
in our long labor and short sweetness
to bring to birth a new creation
in whose presence
our toil seems short
and our joy eternal;
to kindle again, over and over,
those golden sparks of incandescent love
which meet and merge
in an immortal, universal fire
far too brilliant for frail human eyes.
Knowing that we are called
to love one another
gives our days, so short and few,
a depth which far transcends
these limits of time and space
in which we have been born.
Reborn in the fire of love,
day after day, hour after hour--
love after love, unending--
we leap toward heaven,
heralded by angels,
who announce with bold notes
the blessed assumption of another
human soul.
jbs
8/21/01 - 10/13/02
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