Smells Like Teen Spirit (Acoustic) by Tori Amos
so the world will be filled
with the fragrance of your love;
through Jesus Christ, who offers himself for us.
by Edmond Jabès
translated by Rosmarie Waldrop
To the remote sources of life and death revealed.
To the dust of the well.
To the rabbi-poets in whose mouths I put my words and whose
names have, over the centuries, become mine.
To Sarah and Yukel.
To those, finally, whose roads of ink and blood go through
words and men.
And, most of all, to you. To us. To you.
Remembrance of Strange Hospitality
by Elena Shvarts
translated by Michael Molnar and Catriona Kelly
Once I had a taste
Of a girlfriend’s milk,
My sister’s milk–
Not to quench my thirst
But to satisfy my soul.
Into a cup she squeezed
Milk from her left breast
And in that simple vessel
It gently frothed, rejoiced.
There was something birdlike in its odor,
Whiffs of sheep and wolf, and something older
Than the Milky Way, it was
Somehow warm and dense.
A daughter in the wilderness,
Once let her aged father drink
From her breasts and thus became
His mother. By this act of grace
Her whiteness drove away the dark,
A cradle substituted for a tomb
From the duct next to your heart
You offered me a drink–
I’m not a vampire, am I?–Horror.
It frothed and tinkled, warm
And sweet, soft, everlasting,
Crowding time back in a corner.
Six days before Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, home of Lazarus, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Lazarus and his sisters hosted a dinner for him. Martha served and Lazarus was among those who joined him at the table. Then Mary took an extraordinary amount, almost three-quarters of a pound, of very expensive perfume made of pure nard. She anointed Jesus’s feet with it, then wiped his feet dry with her hair. The house was filled with the aroma of the perfume. Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), complained,“This perfume was worth a year’s wages! Why wasn’t it sold and the money given to the poor?” (He said this not because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief. He carried the money bag and would take what was in it.)
Then Jesus said, “Leave her alone. This perfume was to be used in preparation for my burial, and this is how she has used it. You will always have the poor among you, but you won’t always have me.”
I Love You Money by Lowell
by Dag Hammarskjöld
Give us a pure heart that we may see you,
A humble heart that we may hear you,
A heart of love that we may serve you,
A heart of faith that we may abide in you.
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.
Dark Come Soon by Tegan and Sara
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.