Heaven’s Gonna Burn Your Eyes by Thievery Corporation
and come to you,
for lightless eyes;
by Cesare Pavese
translated by Geoffrey Brock
Death will come and will have your eyes—
this death that accompanies us
from morning till evening, unsleeping,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a useless word,
a suppressed cry, a silence.
That’s what you see each morning
when alone with yourself you lean
toward the mirror. O precious hope,
that day we too will know
that you are life and you are nothingness.
Death has a look for everyone.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
It will be like renouncing a vice,
like seeing a dead face reappear in the mirror,
like listening to a lip that’s shut.
We’ll go down into the maelstrom mute.
How Does an Imprisoned Woman See the Light?
by Marjorie Agosin
translated by Cola Franzen
dreams of the light
senses it surrounding her
along with names and
go beyond colors.
She plays, with the light
insatiable, morning-like and many coloured
those who love one another
calling up a memory
demands light so as
not to forget hands extended
open free of sleeplessness and crimes
light to become languid, to mingle with her hair
the texture of her fissured arms.
dreams of the light
and sombered among blindfolds
obscured in complicitious cells
she summons up the light
invents a sliver of gold
in the midst of laments.
Jesus and his followers came into Jericho. As Jesus was leaving Jericho, together with his disciples and a sizable crowd, a blind beggar named Bartimaeus ben-Timaeus, was sitting beside the road. When he heard that Jesus of Nazareth was there, he began to shout, “Jesus, Heir of David, show me mercy!” Many scolded him, telling him to be quiet, but he shouted even louder, “Heir of David, show me mercy!”
Jesus stopped and said, “Call him forward.”
They called the blind man, “Be encouraged! Get up! He’s calling you.”
Throwing his coat to the side, he jumped up and came to Jesus.
Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?”
The blind man said, “Teacher, I want to see.”
Jesus said, “Go, your faith has healed you.” At once he was able to see, and he began to follow Jesus on the way.
Tired Eyes by Hey Rosetta!
God of our life,
There are days when the burdens we carry
chafe our shoulders and weigh us down;
When the road seems dreary and endless,
the skies gray and threatening;
When our lives have no music in them,
and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage.
Flood the path with light,
turn our eyes to where the skies are full of promise;
Tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense
of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age;
And so quicken our spirits that we may be able
to encourage the souls of all who journey with us
on the road of life, to your honour and glory.
The Lord’s Prayer
O Great Spirit,
You are our Shepherd Chief in the most high place.
Whose home is everywhere, even beyond the stars and moon.
Whatever You want done, let it also be done everywhere.
Give us Your gift of bread day by day.
Forgive us our wrongs as we forgive those who wrong us.
Take us away from wrong doings.
Free us from all evil.
For everything belongs to You.
Let your power and glory shine forever. Amen.
Needles in my Eyes by The Beta Band
May the outrageous welcome of Abba God
accept us for who we are;
may the incarnation of the Word
touch and hold us close;
may the wanderings of the Spirit
help us risk ourselves for love;
and the blessing of God, the Sun, the Light and the Burning Ray,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.