Melinda Coffey Armstead, piano
Robert Armstead, bass-baritone
Prelude to Worship
To Everything There Is a Season . . . Ecclesiastes 3/Pete Seeger (1919-2014)
Frülingsglaube (Faith in Spring) . . . Johann Uhland/Franz Schubert (1797-1828)
… we cannot know what is still to come; the flowering knows no end. The deepest, most distant valley is in flower. Now, poor heart, forget your torment. Now all must change.
O God, Our Help in Ages Past . . . Issac Watts/William Croft (1678-1727)
Fugue and Harmonization on “St. Anne” . . . J.S.Bach (1685-1750) arr. by Hal Hopson
Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?
Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
– the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by the philosopher of ecology, Joanna Macy