All Souls Unitarian Universalist Church Welcome to All Souls Unitarian Universalist Church Assisted hearing devices are available at the Welcome Table in the Small Hall

Prelude The Poet Acts by Philip Glass Performed by: Sharon Skidgel

Gather Us In Gathering Song by: Marty Haugen adapt. Rev. Dr. Nori J. Rost

Here in this place new light is streaming, now is the darkness vanished away; see in this place our fears and our dreaming, brought here to all in the light of this day. Verse 1

Gather us in the lost and forsaken, gather us in no two just the same; call to us now, and we shall awaken, we shall arise at the sound of our name. Chorus 1

We are the young, our lives are a myst’ry, we are the old with wisdom and grace; we have been sung throughout all of hist’ry, called to be light to the whole human race. Verse 2

Gather us in the Buddhist and Pagan, Humanist, Atheist join in the throng; gather us in the Theist and Seeking, give us the courage to enter the song. Chorus 2

Not in the dark of buildings confining, not in some heaven light years away; here in this place the new light is shining, now is the moment, now is the day. Verse 3

Gather us in from all tribes and nations, gather us in, no one left alone; gather us in, a great celebration, fire of love in our flesh and our bones. Chorus 3

Rev. Dr. Nori J. Rost Welcome and Sounding of the Bell ASUUC Senior Minister

Chalice Lighting Dreams by: Langston Hughes Read by: John Garrett

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. 4-15-2018: Put screen all the way down for SFAA

Where The Sidewalk Ends Read by: Lynne Casebeer Story For All Ages Where The Sidewalk Ends Read by: Lynne Casebeer  

Where the Sidewalk Ends By Shel Silverstein

Reeb Children’s Benediction Singing the Children Out Reeb Children’s Benediction words and music: Ian W. Riddell

Go in love, our hearts go with you. Go in joy, our hopes go too. Learn in love and grow in wisdom. Shine your light in all you do.

Read by: Claudia de la Cruz Dreams by: Langston Hughes Read by: Claudia de la Cruz Reading

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—

Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become.

O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay?

For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME—

Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America!

O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!

The Poetry of Resistance Today’s Message The Poetry of Resistance Rev. Dr. Nori J. Rost ASUUC Senior Minister

ASUUC Board of Trustees Offertory Reading Judie McMath ASUUC Board of Trustees

In the quietness of this place, surrounded by the all-pervading presence of the Holy, my heart whispers: Keep fresh before me the moments of my High Resolve, that in good times or tempests, I may not forget that to which my life is committed. Keep fresh before me the moments of my high resolve. – Howard Thurman

The offering will now be generously given and gratefully received that we may continue the work of justice.

Once Upon a Time in America Offertory Music Once Upon a Time in America by Ennio Morricone Performed by: Sharon Skidgel

From You I Receive #402 in Singing the Living Tradition Offertory Response From You I Receive words and music: Joseph and Nathan Segal #402 in Singing the Living Tradition

From you I receive, to you I give, together we share, and from this we live.

Joys and Concerns Rev. Dr. Nori J. Rost ASUUC Senior Minister

I am sending you light____ to heal you, to hold you. to hold you in love. Opening

I am sending you light____ to heal you, to hold you. to hold you in love. Closing

Read by: Claudia de la Cruz Closing Words I, Too By: Langston Hughes Read by: Claudia de la Cruz

They send me to eat in the kitchen I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. I, too, sing America.

They’ll see how beautiful I am Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.

words and music: Judy Fjell Extinguishing the Chalice Song As We Leave This Place words and music: Judy Fjell

Now, as we leave this place, the chalice dims but the fire still burns within our hearts beyond these doors. 1

Now, as we leave this place, mem’ries of each and ev’ry face carry us ___ into the world. 2

for now we know ___ that something And we will return for now we know ___ that something greater ___ than any of us ___ alone is part of us ___ as we leave this place. 3

Performed by: Sharon Skidgel Dreamer's Waltz by David Lanz Performed by: Sharon Skidgel Postlude

Please enjoy the Fellowship Hour following service in the Small Hall Last one is May 6, 2018

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