"Wildflowers" by Tom Petty

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

Sail away, kill off the hours

You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover

Go away somewhere bright and new

I have seen no other

Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

You belong with your love on your arm

You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover

Run away, let your heart be your guide

You deserve the deepest of cover

You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong somewhere close to me

Far away from your trouble and worry

You belong somewhere you feel free

You belong somewhere you feel free

**Sung by Chris Aquino

"Summons " by Robert Francis

Keep me from going to sleep too soon

Or if I go to sleep too soon

Come wake me up. Come any hour

Of night. Come whistling up the road.

Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.

Make me get out of bed and come

And let you in and light a light.

Tell me the northern lights are on

And make me look. Or tell me clouds

Are doing something to the moon

They never did before, and show me.

See that I see. Talk to me till

I'm half as wide awake as you

And start to dress wondering why

I ever went to bed at all.

Tell me the walking is superb.

Not only tell me but persuade me.

You know I'm not too hard persuaded.

**Read by Catherine Bohner, Teresa Bohner, Buddy Fountain, Chris Odell, Patrick Odell, EJ Frank, and Emma Frank.

Song Of Soloman, Chapter 2 - verses 8-11

The voice of my beloved!

Behold he comes,

leaping upon the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle,

or a young stag.

Behold, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing in at the windows,

looking through the lattice.

My beloved speaks and says to me:

"Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away;

for lo, the winter is past,

the rain is over and gone."

**Read by Brenda Stiffen

A Poem By Marilyn Zembo Day

You are the surprise of a ripe peach

soft baby fuzz against the tongue

round, a healthy handful

harboring deeper richer secrets

sweet-juicy and better for the body

than starker processed sugars

You are the Adirondack Mountains

awesome stretch across New York State

at once bold and a gentle brush with nature

reaching, yet tied to dark moist earth

comforting, yet rockhard as they pierce renegade

clouds trespassing in hallowed sky

You are the ancient mother-cave

respite from world chaos and injustices

sacred space where not every song is sung

but all words are welcome

where laughter and music make up the rituals of our lives

and abundance means the opulent rhythm of our hearts.

**Read by Karen Dudley

"Sonnet XV11" by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problem or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

**Read by Steve Frank.

From "A Timbered Choir, Chapter 1992" by Wendell Berry

I

The winter world of loss

And grief is gone. The night

Is past. Along the whole

Length of the river, birds

Are singing in the trees.

Again, hope dreams itself

Awake. The year's first lambs

Cry in the morning dark.

And, after all, we have

A garden in our minds.

We living know the worth

Of all the dead have done

Or hoped to do. We know

That hearts, against their doom,

Must plight an ancient troth.

Now come the bride and groom,

Now come the man and woman

Who must begin again

The work divine and human

By which we live on earth.

**Read by Annmarie Cipollo

"Tapestry"  - A Native American Prayer

Gather and share of the skies

Gather and share of the earth

Gather and share of each other

Of the Love and the Light

And

Let us go shining

As we walk

Shining as we walk

**Read by Amanda Fountain

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