By Randle Loeb on Dec 5, 2010 | In Caring and Surviving, Citizenship and Stewards By Randle Loeb
Memorial Vigil December 21, the First Evening of Winter East Steps of the City/Cty Bldg 5:30 p.m.
Where we stand we peer into the mouth of the gaping storm
swirling around and up like the vortex of a funnel cloud, we wait
standing below trembling, huddled together in prayer
calling for the Great Spirit
by my side a hand reaches to clasp my twisted shoulder
murmuring, "let us rise!"
We awaken from deep sleep to gaze into the furnace of the depth of longing and innocence that warms us and forgets that we have lost our step and poise.
Heartily the clad warrior revels in lifting us from the depth and makes a way for us, "Let us rise," she rejoins
We see the wisdom of this plaintive chorus. we know that we must stir or be swallowed in the torrent that washes away
Our feet are set on unsteady ground that shakes and loosens as we stumble forward
Voices murmuring on "Let us rise,
let us rise,
let us rise,
let us rise."
We hearken to the sound of this rhythm and press on holding one another up
realizing that all we ever had is here.
Thankfully, graciously, humbly we rise. We offer our shattered lives
We await an uncertain tomorrow peacefully resigned to remain in stillness
supplicating, resonating, carrying forth the blessing of those who came this way before.
We know that there is no end here and that we are safe, we are fixed in our awareness though we are held fast
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knowing that nothing, no walls, no storm, within withstands the clasp of a hand on a twisted shoulder of we,
the people, who are home no matter where and what may cross this way.
We rise and greet the day, scattering dark clouds
sanctify our home and presence in this churning sea with hope that dispels the losses and lives that passed.
Our spirits soar above the din of thunder and crackling, we are joined with all the ancestors and those unborn
we see herein that what we are is fertile and benefits all
mindfulness and presence offers stillness inside
arraying the world with light brilliant glowing for all
We know that our hearts will burst with the gift overflowing and spilling across the landscape
LET US RISE,
LET US RISE
let us rise
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