Go Down Moses by Louis Armstrong
until we find the way
to the city of our peace
where we are accepted as we are;
you offer us a glimpse
of life transformed,
through the vision of Moses and Elijah
free us from gods of our own making
and lead us to true worshipof Jesus Christ, the humble Child of Earth, our only Lord.
by Thomas Merton
Yell and skip in a very dry country.
Commands an unintelligent rite.
Out of their feet and hands,
Creeps, secret, back again.
(Bring a little mescaline, you’ll get along!)
Which you must obey, and scribble in the hot sand:
Hopping in the naked bull’s-eye,
or Anthony in tombs:
Shoot the devil: he’ll be back again!”
Fighting the strenuous imago all day long.
Grumbles on the salt flats, in rainless night:
And magic Hell is swallowing flies.
Dream of the Phone Booth
by Emilia Phillips
hesitance & anonyms of crank calls,
& glass expanded by the moth
that believes I’m dead. On the concrete
I stood in rust, lashed to the grid.
I’ve seen a virgin on her knees
of a streetlight & Moses stealing the Times
to build a fire. I’ve seen the city fly
right through a memory & not break
so return my ringing heart & no one
waywardness. Forgive us
grease, days horizoned
monument to anything,
Gospel Reading 1
At that time, some Pharisees approached Jesus and said, “Go! Get away from here, because Herod wants to kill you.”
Jesus said to them, “Go, tell that fox, ‘Look, I’m throwing out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will complete my work. However, it’s necessary for me to travel today, tomorrow, and the next day because it’s impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem.’
“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those who were sent to you! How often I have wanted to gather your people just as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. But you didn’t want that. Look, your house is abandoned. I tell you, you won’t see me until the time comes when you say, Blessings on the one who comes in the Lord’s name.”
Gospel Reading 2
About eight days after Jesus said these things, he took Peter, John, and James, and went up on a mountain to pray. As he was praying, the appearance of his face changed and his clothes flashed white like lightning. Two people, Moses and Elijah, were talking with him. They were clothed with heavenly splendour and spoke about Jesus’s departure, which he would achieve in Jerusalem. Peter and those with him were almost overcome by sleep, but they managed to stay awake and saw his glory as well as the two men with him.
As the two people were about to leave Jesus, Peter said to him, “Master, it’s good that we’re here. We should construct three shrines: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah”—but he didn’t know what he was saying. Peter was still speaking when a cloud overshadowed them. As they entered the cloud, they were overcome with awe.
Then a voice from the cloud said, “This is my Child, my chosen one. Listen to him!” Even as the voice spoke, Jesus was found alone. They were speechless and at the time told no one what they had seen.
Elijah Rock by Mahalia Jackson
by Plato, adapted
Beloved God of the woods and streams,
grant us to be beautiful inwardly,
and all that we have of outer things
to be at peace with those within.
Counting only the wise to be truly rich,
increase to all who here abide
their stores of gold.
The Lord’s Prayer
O Parent of the Universe,
manifesting thyself as generative energy,
Bend over us and remove
all that clutters our being
and set apart a place
where thy sacredness may dwell.
Fill us with thy creativity,
so that we may be empowered to bear
the fruit of thy vision.
Then, moving to the heartbeat of thy desire,
make us the embodiment of thy compassion.
Drawing from the ground of our humanity
grant that we may renew each other
with love, understanding, and sustenance.
Empty us of frustrated hopes and despair,
as we restore others to a renewal of vision.
And let us not fall into agitation,
but save us from precipitous actions.
For thou art the ground
of the fruitful vision, the birthing-power, and the fulfilment,
as all is gathered and made whole once again. Ameyn.
Jesus is the Only Answer by Béla Fleck and the Ateso Jazz Band
Bless to us, O God,
the doors we open,
the thresholds we cross,
the roads that lie before us.
Go with us as we go
and welcome us home.
May the blessing of God – the One From Whom, the One Through Whom,
and the One in Whom We Offer Our Praise,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.