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August 11, 2020


At yesterday's mid day prayers, mindful of all had transpired the day before--Pride, and also the peculiar conditions of the isolation we are living, that of course prevented our being physically together for that event-- I included this poem by Canadian poet Dorothy Livesay (from Phases of Love, Coach House 1983)

Locked in your house
as I in mine
we build a bridge
to celebrate
We throw an arc of coloured light
and swing on it
walk soft, lest giddiluy
we'd sway and fall
into the waving arms
seeking to flay us.

What a perfect poem for this moment, Vivian. Thank you for sharing it here.

I’m so glad you liked the litany I wrote, Beth! I feel really grateful at how many people found that impactful, and I loved what Jonathan and the readers did with it!

I am grateful action was taken immediately. It's hard for me to imagine in 2020 (and I can't help but think, here) that happened. Beautiful service.

Beautiful music Beth. The words and music of Jonathan White singing the Kyrie especially so.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.