|Song of Songs||Hebrew Scripture|
- BARB. I hear my Beloved.
See how he comes leaping on the mountains,
- bounding over the hills.
- My Beloved is like a gazelle, like a young stag.
- (Chuckles are heard in the hall. Barb turns to the gathering and says "It is biblical!". Even more laughter.)
- See where he stands behind our wall.
- He looks in at the window,
He peers through the lattice.
- My Beloved lifts up his voice, and says to me:
CHARLES. Come then, my love, my lovely one, come.
- For see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth,
The season of glad songs has come.
- The fig tree is forming its first figs and
The blossoming vines give out their fragrance.
- Come then, my love, my lovely one, come.
- BARB. My Beloved is mine and I am his.
CHARLES. My Beloved is mine and I am hers.
CONNIE. As Charles attends the Quaker Meeting, it is our wish that a worshipful silence will be held at this time. As is Quaker custom, those who wish to are welcome to speak spontaneously out of the silence any words of encouragement or blessing for Charles and Barb. Please allow some silence between each speaker so that your words may sink into all of us.Anthem
|Beggars to God||Bob Franke|
|Timothy Kocher-Hillmer - drum,
Alicia Beckford Wassink - vocal, Dirk Beckford Wassink - guitar
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