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Psalm 67: 1-2

Exurgat Deus,
Et dissipentur inimici ejus;
Et fugiant qui oderunt eum a facie ejus.
Sicut deficit fumus, deficiant;
Sicut fluit cera a facie ignis,
Sic pereant peccatores a facie Dei.

Let God arise,
And let his enemies be scattered;
And let them flee who hate him.
As smoke vanishes, may they vanish;
As wax melts in the face of fire,
Let sinners perish before the face of God.

Psalm 57: 1-2

Miserere mei, Deus,
Miserere mei,
Quoniam in te confidit anima mea,
Et in umbra alarum tuarum sperabo
donec transeat iniquitas.

Have mercy on me, God,
Have mercy on me,
For my soul trusts in you,
And I will hope in the shadow of your wings
until iniquity has passed.

When whom I love started to sway
Oh night . . . oh my eye!
The beauty of my lover attracted me.

Through a wink which captivated me
When he (she) swayed,
His (her) body looked like a bent branch

Oh my awful luck, oh my confusion!
Who will have mercy on my yearnings,
But the sovereign of beauty.

from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night

If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill’d with joy;
For then my list’ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev’rywhere.

Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
So fierce the transports are, they wound,
And all my senses feasted are,
Tho’ yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.

from Psalm 119, v. 8 & 18: The liturgy of St. Cecilia and The Common of a Virgin Martyr

(Chorus)
Beati immaculati in via
qui ambulant in lege Domini.

(Bass solo)
Audi et vide et inclina aurem tuam.
Veni, electa mea
et ponam in te thronum meum.
Quia concupivi Rex speciem tuam.

(Chorus)
Deus qui nos annua beatae Caeciliae
Virginis et martyris tuae solemnitate
laetificas da utquam venera mur officio.
Etiam piae conversationis sequamur exemplo.

(Soprano Solo)
Audio et video,
Inclino urem meam.
Domine Deus,
Rex coelestis,
quam admirabile est nomen tuum in universa terra.
Coeli enarrant,
enarrant gloriam Dei
et opera manuum ejus annuntiat firmamentum.

(Chorus)
Alleluja,
Gloria in excelsis.
Et laudem dicam tibi Domine,

(Chorus)
Blessed are those who are undefiled in their ways,
who walk in the law of the Lord.

(Bass solo)
Hear and see and incline thy ear,
Come, my chosen one
and place in you my throne.
For I have longed for your beauty.

(Chorus)
God who each year with your blessed St. Cecilia,
Virgin’s and martyr’s solemn feast day
Grant that we venerate her by our office.
Also her holy manner of life we may follow

(Soprano solo)
I hear and I see,
I incline my ear.
Lord God,
King of heaven,
how admirable is your name in the whole earth.
The heavens declare,
declare the glory of God
and the works of his hands shows forth the firmament.

(Chorus)
Alleluia,
Glory in the highest
And I will give praise to thee O Lord.

Psalm 70:1 Lord make haste to save me

Domine ad adjuvandum me festina.
Gloria Patri, et Filio,
Et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio,
Et nunc, et semper,
Et in saecula saeculorum.
Amen.
Alleluia.
O Lord, make haste to help me.
Glory be the the Father, and to the Son,
And to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning,
And now, and forever,
And world without end.
Amen.
Alleluia.

Blood in all the streets running like a flood,
There’s nowhere to hide, no where I can go.
I reach out my hand touching death itself,
just another holy day in Sarajevo.

I can hear my heart pounding like a clock,
Hiding from the planes and from the bombing.
Fire in the sky, burning down my life,
There is no more love and no more longing.

(Refrain:)
But when I close my eyes
I dream of peace,
I dream of flowers on the hill,
I dream I see my mother smiling.
When I close my eyes I dream of peace.

Once I had a home,
Once my life was good,
Once my mother sang to me and held me.
Then the fire came, falling from the sky,
There is no one left who can protect me.

War’s a wicked bird
That never comes to rest,
Feeding on the dreams of all the children.
War’s an evil bird flying in the dark
Every holy promise has been broken.

(Refrain)

Can’t you stop the war?
Bring it to a close?
You are tall and strong and I am just a child.
Can’t we live in a peace,
Stop the flowing blood,
Make a blessed world where I can be a child?

When you close your eyes,
Do you dream of peace?
Do you dream of flowers on the hill?
Do you dream you see your mother smiling?
When you close your eyes do you dream of peace?
Open up your eyes and
Give us peace.

Dulce María Loynaz by Amaury Pérez

En mi jardín hay rosas:
Yo no te quiero dar
las rosas que mañana…
Mañana no tendrás.

En mi jardín hay pájaros
con cantos de cristal:
No te los doy, que tienen
alas para volar …

En mi jardín abejas
labran fino panal:
¡Dulzura de un minuto…
no te la quiero dar!

Para ti lo infinito
o nada; lo inmortal
o esta muda tristeza
que no comprenderás …

La tristeza sin nombre
de no tener que dar
a quien lleva en la frente
algo de eternidad …
Deja, deja el jardín…
No toques el rosal:
las cosas que se mueren
no se deben tocar.

In my garden, roses:
I don’t want to give you
roses that tomorrow …
that tomorrow you won’t have.

In my garden, birds
with crystal song:
I do not give them to you; they have
wings to fly.

In my garden, bees
craft a fine hive:
A minute’s sweetness …
I don’t want to give you that!

For you, the infinite
or nothing: what is immortal
or this mute sadness
you won’t understand…

The unnamable sadness
of not having something to give
to someone who carries on the forehead
a portion of eternity…
Leave, leave the garden…
Don’t touch the roses:
things that die
should not be touched.

From lessons by Y.M. Barnwell ©1993

For each child that’s born
a morning star rises
and sings to the universe
who we are.

We are our grandmothers’ prayers.
We are our grandfathers’ dreamings.
We are the breath of our ancestors.
We are the spirit of God.

We are
Mothers of courage
Fathers of time
Daughters of dust
Sons of great vision.
We are
Sisters of mercy
Brothers of love
Lovers of life and
the builders of nations.
We are
Seekers of truth
Keepers of faith
Makers of peace and
the wisdom of ages.

We are our grandmothers’ prayers.
We are our grandfathers’ dreamings.
We are the breath of our ancestors.
We are the spirit of God.

For each child that’s born
a morning star rises
and sings to the universe
who we are.

WE ARE ONE.

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