21 Guns, Green Day
Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
For the oppressed and weary
Especially for #blacklivesmatter and
for the LGBTQIAP community.
For those affected by violence
for the bombing in Yemen
for bombing in Syria, especially in Raqqa
for the terrorist knife attack in London
for the US conversation on gun violence
For the people of Cape Verde, The Gambia, Guinea,
Guinea-Bissau, and Senegal
For the new baby orca calf born in the
For those who suffer, especially the
homeless and sick
for those sleeping outside in the cold
for refugees around the world
for those we care for that suffer
For those we love, those we hate and those
we are indifferent to
For the transformation from ME to WE
Translation by Neil Douglas Klotz, Sufi
O Birther! Father-Mother of the Cosmos,
Focus your light within us— make it useful:
Create your reign of unity now-
Your one desire then acts with ours,
as in all light, so in all forms.
Grant what we need each day in bread and insight.
Loose the cords of mistakes binding us,
as we release the strands we hold
of others’ guilt.
Don’t let surface things delude us,
But free us from what holds us back.
From you is born all ruling will,
the power and the life to do,
the song that beautifies all,
from age to age it renews.
Truly— power to these statements—
may they be the ground from which all
my actions grow: Amen.
May Peace Prevail on Earth. Amen. So mote it be.
Note: "Amen" means "may it be so."