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“You are about to begin the adventure of the Unicorn”

Hildegard von Bingen

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Thy Will

by Hillary Scott

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The Midwife’s Riddle

Q: what breaks the little girl’s heart?
A: the father who abandons her

Q: what breaks the woman’s heart?
A: the man who betrays her love

Q: what breaks the mother’s heart?
A: the baby who dies

Are any of these things God’s will?
I doubt it.

jb

Eph. 5:15-21

 

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Listen to “Willow

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Psalm 137 and Psalm 126

A Pair of Psalms

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To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
and to run where
the brave dare not go
to right the unrightable wrong,
and to love pure and chaste from afar,
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star:
this is my quest.

To follow that star
no matter how hopeless,
no matter how far,
to fight for the right
without question or pause,
to be willing to march, 
march into hell
for that heavenly cause

And I know
if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest
that my heart
will lie peaceful and calm
when I’m laid to my rest
and the world will be
better for this:

That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
still strove with his last
ounce of courage
to reach the unreachable,
the unreachable,
the unreachable star,
and I’ll always dream
the impossible dream

yes, and I’ll reach
the unreachable star.

Lyrics by Joe Darion
music by Mitch Leigh

“Mad men are children of God.”
Dale Wasserman
Man of La Mancha (1965)

Donquixote

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We are lights of memory

“May you have walls for the wind,

a roof for the rain,

and tea as you sit by the fireside.”

~ holiday blessing

(The Davis Madrigal Singers)

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Hold My Hand

Don’t Be So Hard on Yourself

Jess Glynne

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Beautiful Things

Gungor

“Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, every present, because immortal.”

William Penn
More Fruits of Solitude

On Friendship
William Penn

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“Music is the literature of the heart; it begins where speech ends.”

Alphonse de Lamartineheartmusic

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I called,

you answered:

You came to my rescue,

and I want to be

where you are.

~ Hillsong

Came to my Rescue

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Listen to a liturgy for Unbelief

See the music video for “God the Elusive”

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now the ears of my ears are awake
and now the eyes of my eyes are opened

e.e. cummings

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He invited plans.
Hers were wild.
He watched her move a pot.
She watched him.

He came into her private garden
and stood surrounded by candlelight,
and when she came down from her bath,
she had no idea what he was doing there.

His father, he said, told him we were meant
for Eden, and ever since the Fall,
we have been trying to re-make
the perfect garden.

“Is this your Eden?” he asked her.
My search for it, she said.
He touched the flowers with such gentleness.
Later, she knelt in the same place where he had stood.

She might be digging
when the wind would blow,
and the ghost of her lost child
would run by, laughing.

She sat with him another day and said,
You will tell me if I am mad,
and he said, “You are not mad.”
You do not know me completely yet, she replied.

There came a night when
they stood in one another’s presence,
dressed in white, like a wedding,
and then undressing, completely vulnerable.

Both of them had seen betrayal,
and so much pain and loss,
and yet they opened their hearts –
they opened their bodies to the future.

The king will come into his garden,
the water will flow over the rocks,
the seashells will glisten and shine,
and the music will play, it will play –

a song of hope and desire,
a song for being reborn,
for there is a time for everything,
a season for every matter under heaven.

Jane Beal
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A Little Chaos

(soundtrack by Peter Gregson)

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Gungor

Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto #2 in C Minor (Opus 18)

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NUNCA and TEREZA

by Trails and Ways

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Before I bring my need,
I will bring my heart —
before I lift my cares,
I will lift my arms.

I wanna know You
I wanna find You
In every season
In every moment

Before I bring my need,
I will bring my heart
and seek You
first.

I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First
More than anything I want,
I want You

First

Before I speak a word,
let me hear Your voice —
and in the midst of pain
let me feel Your joy.

Ooh, I wanna know You
I wanna find You
In every season
In every moment

Before I speak a word,
I will bring my heart
and seek You
first.

I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First
More than anything I want,
I want You

First

You are my treasure and my reward.
Let nothing ever come before —
you are my treasure and my reward.
Let nothing ever come before
I seek You
First

First
I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First

More than anything I want,
I want You
First
First

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Dead Come to Life

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“Maker”

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Listen:

Touch the Sky

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What fortune lies beyond the stars
Those dazzling heights too vast to climb
I got so high to fall so far
But I found heaven as love swept low

My heart beating
My soul breathing
I found my life
When I laid it down

Upward falling
Spirit soaring
I touch the sky
When my knees hit the ground

What treasure waits within Your scars
This gift of freedom gold can’t buy
I bought the world and sold my heart
You traded heaven to have me again

My heart beating
My soul breathing
I found my life
When I laid it down

Upward falling
Spirit soaring
I touch the sky
When my knees hit the ground

Find me here at Your feet again
Everything I am
Reaching out I surrender

Come sweep me up in Your love again
And my soul will dance
On the wings of forever

Find me here at Your feet again
Everything I am
Reaching out I surrender

Come sweep me up in Your love again
And my soul will dance
On the wings of forever

My heart beating
My soul breathing
I found my life
When I laid it down

Upward falling
Spirit soaring
I touch the sky
When my knees hit the ground (2x)

Find me here at Your feet again
Everything I am
Reaching out I surrender

Come sweep me up in Your love again
And my soul will dance
On the wings of forever

Upward falling
Spirit soaring
I touch the sky
When my knees hit the ground

United

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Blessing

You broke open my heart

with your blessing.

Francesca Battistelli, “You’re Here

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Claire de Lune by Paul Verlaine

Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune,
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.

Paul Verlaine

(Your soul is a chosen landscape
where charming masqueraders and bergamasquers go,
playing the lute and dancing and almost
sad beneath their fantastic disguises.

They all sing in a minor key
about love triumphant, and the fortunate life —
they do not seem to believe in their own happiness,
and their song blends with the light of the moon,

in the calm moonlight, sad and beautiful,
which makes the birds dream in the trees
and the fountains weep in ecstasy —
the tall fountains, slender amid marble statues.)

Listen: “Claire de Lune,” op. 46, no. 2 by Fauré

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Claire de Lune

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“No eye has seen,

no ear has heard,

nor has it entered into the heart of man,

what God has prepared for those who love him.”

1 Corinthians 2:9

AM I WRONG?

Nico & Vinz

MAPS

Maroon 5

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When the dark wood fell before me,
and all the paths were overgrown,
when the priests of pride say there is no other way,
I tilled the sorrows of stone.

I did not believe because I could not see
though you came to me in the night;
when the dawn seemed forever lost,
You showed me your love in the light of the stars.

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
cast your soul to the sea;
when the dark night seems endless,
please remember me.

Then the mountain rose before me
by the deep well of desire
from the fountain of forgiveness
beyond the ice and fire.

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
cast your soul to the sea;
when the dark night seems endless,
please remember me.

Though we share this humble path, alone,
how fragile is the heart;
Oh, give these clay feet wings to fly,
to touch the face of the stars.

Breathe life into this feeble heart,
lift this mortal veil of fear,
take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears–
we’ll rise above these earthly cares.

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
cast your soul to the sea;
when the dark night seems endless,
please remember me
Please remember me
Please remember me

Listen to Dante’s Prayer

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  • The love of God is greater far
    Than tongue or pen can ever tell.
    It goes beyond the highest star
    And reaches to the lowest hell.
    The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
    God gave His Son to win;
    His erring child He reconciled
    And pardoned from his sin
  • O love of God, how rich and pure!
      How measureless and strong!
    It shall forevermore endure
        The saints’ and angels’ song.
  • When hoary time shall pass away,
    And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
    When men who here refuse to pray,
    On rocks and hills and mountains call;
    God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
    All measureless and strong;
    Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.
  • Could we with ink the ocean fill,
    And were the skies of parchment made;
    Were every stalk on earth a quill,
    And every man a scribe by trade;
    To write the love of God above
    Would drain the ocean dry;
    Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
    Though stretched from sky to sky.

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BUTTERFLY

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