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Playing For Change | Peace Through Music

Playing For Change | Peace Through Music

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Keeping the hope for peace alive!

Every once it awhile I go back to view this video of Patty Griffin's kite song. Powerful!

Happy Earth Day

This is a great link I would like to post for celebration of earth day from Spirituality and Practice.
And I can't help but post one of my favorite poems.

TREES by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.




A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;




A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;




A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;




Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.




Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

April, Come She Will

From one of my favorite poets:

From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

- Li-Young Lee

The Empty Tomb

The words to this Easter hymn spoke to my heart. It was written by the Reverend Canon Rosalind Brown.

They came, as dawn was breaking,to finalize their loss,
absorb death's grim, stark meaning,the horror of the cross.
They came, and angels told them"Recall the words he said.
You seek the one now living,why look among the dead?"

We dream of resurrection yet when it comes we cling
to things known and familiar,the boundaries they bring.
And we, who are not ready to let our grieving go,
reject the angels' story,hold to the loss we know.

You interrupt our mourning,an untrod path you pave;
for you bring resurrection while we still seek the grave.
Our lives are wrenched wide open,the wounds we nursed exposed;
and, like a phrase of music,our death to life transposed.