The Song

So he began by singing a hymn and declaring,
Glory be to you, father.

And we circled around him and responded to him,
Glory to you, word.

Glory to you, grace.
Glory to you, spirit.

Glory to you, holy one.

Glory to your glory.

We praise you, father. We give thanks to you, light, in whom no darkness is.
Why we give thanks, I declare:

I will be saved and I will save.
I will be released and I will release.

I will be wounded and I will wound.
I will be born and I will bear.

I will eat and I will be eaten.
I will hear and I will be heard.

I will be kept in mind, being all mind.
I will be washed and I will wash.

Grace Dances
I will play the flute. Dance, everyone.
I will mourn. Lament, everyone.

A realm of eight sings with us.
The twelfth number dances on high.

The whole universe takes part in dancing.
Whoever does not dance does not know what happens.

I will feel and I will stay.
I will adorn and I will be adorned.

I will be united and I will unite.
I have no house and I have houses.
I have no place and I have places.

I have no temple and I have temples.
I am a lamp to you who see me.

I am a mirror to you who perceive me.
I am a door to you who knock on me.

I am a way to you, you passerby.

Amen

- The Round Dance of the Cross