TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS SUNDAYS AT SEVEN, MAY 3, 2020

REQUIEM (Duruflé)

I. aeternam dona eis, Domine: Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord: et lux perpetua luceat eis. and let perpetual light shine upon them. Te decet hymnus Deus in Zion, A hymn befits you, O God in Zion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem: and to thee a vow will be fulfilled in Jerusalem: Exaudi orationem meam, Hear my , ad te omnis caro veniet. for unto you all flesh shall come.

II. eleison, Lord have mercy, Christe eleison, Christ have mercy, Kyrie eleison. Lord have mercy.

III. Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, Lord Jesus Christ, king of glory, libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum liberate the souls of all the faithful departed de poenis inferni, et de profundo lacu. from the pains of hell and from the deep pit.

Libera eas de ore leonis, Deliver them from the lion’s mouth, ne absorbeat eas tartarus, let not hell swallow them up, ne cadant in obscurum. let them not fall into darkness.

Sed signifier Michael Let Michael, the holy standard-bearer, repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam, bring them into the holy light, quam olim Abrahae promisisti, which you once promised to Abraham, et semini ejus. and to his posterity.

Hostias et preces tibi, Domine, Sacrifices and of praise, O Lord, laudis offerimus. we offer to thee.

Tu suscipe pro animabus illis, Receive them, Lord, on behalf of those souls, quarum hodie memoriam facimus. we commemorate this day.

Fac eas, Domine, de morte transire ad vitam, Grant them, O Lord, to pass from death unto life, quam olim Abrahae promisisti, which you once promised to Abraham, et semini ejus. and to his posterity.

IV. Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Holy, Holy, Holy, Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Lord God of Hosts. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Heaven and earth are full of your glory. in excelsis. Hosanna in the highest.

Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna in excelsis. Hosanna in the highest.

V. Pie Jesu Domine, Dearest Lord Jesus, dona eis requiem sempiternam. grant them eternal rest.

VI. , qui tollis peccata mundi, Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, dona eis requiem sempiternam. grant them eternal rest.

VII. Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine, Let eternal light shine upon them, O Lord, cum sanctis tuis in aeternum, in the company of your saints forever and ever, quia pius es. for you are merciful.

Requiem aeternam, dona eis Domine, Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, et lux perpetua luceat eis. and let perpetual light shine upon them.

VIII. , Domine, de morte aeterna, Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death, in die illa tremenda, on that dreadful day, quando coeli movendi sunt et terra, when the heavens and earth will quake, dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem. when you will come to judge the world by fire.

Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo, I am seized by trembling, and I fear dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira until the judgment should come, and I also dread the quando coeli movendi sunt et terra. coming wrath when the heavens and earth will quake.

Dies illa, dies irae, O that day of wrath, calamitatis et miseriae, day of calamity and misery, dies magna et amara valde, momentous day and exceedingly bitter, Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem. when you will come to judge the world by fire.

Requiem aeternam, dona eis Domine, Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, et lux perpetua luceat eis. and let perpetual light shine upon them.

IX. In Paradisum deducant Angeli, May flights of angels lead you into Paradise; in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres, may the Martyrs welcome you when you come et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem. and lead you into the holy city Jerusalem.

Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat, May a choir of angels welcome you, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere and, with Lazarus who was once poor, aeternam habeas requiem. may you have eternal rest.

HOW TO GO ON (Trumbore)

I. HOW Text by Barbara Crooker

How can we go on, knowing the end of the story?

II. TO SEE IT Text by Laura Foley

We need to separate to see the life we’ve made. We need to leave our house where someone waits for us, patiently, warm beneath the sheets. We need to don a sweater, a coat, mittens, wrap a scarf around our neck, stride down the road, a cold winter morning, and turn our head back, to see it — perched on the top of the hill, our life lit from inside.

III. HOWEVER DIFFICULT Text by Laura Foley

However difficult you think it might be, it is yours, this life, even the failures are yours, even the garden, though it be unkempt, is yours.

IV. SOMETIMES PEACE COMES Text by Laura Foley

Sometimes peace is like this: endless and gentle and soft and no compulsion to go anywhere. And even the fire you walked through, even the trail of ashes is gone, not even a memory in your heart, and even the sun is still, unmoving and quiet, and you have stepped into a place beyond time, beyond sadness and form. A wide, high plain where in the endless, deep silence you find out what it is, what it is, and your part in it.

V . REQUIESCAT Text by Barbara Crooker

Let us go, let go with the few roots you have left clinging to this earth, pull free, like the clean snap of a carrot or radish, let us go, shake off this dirt, let go, let go of your family, their story hasn’t been told, yours is already written, let go of the world, its sweetness and sorrow, let go of your friends, we will cry, yes, but we will not forget you, let go, let go your fierce will and stubbornness, it served you well, now let it go, your courage will remain, let your daughters become women, your husband lie in his bed of pain, your long journey is over, theirs is beginning, let us go, become spirit and light, spring rain, fly away from this prison of bone, let go, wait for us, we’ll talk again later, I am here by the phone, waiting for the call, for this long suffering to be over, let it go, your work is done, soon we will bring you to the river, bring your ashes to the current, let them flow free, earth, fire, cinders, rain, wait for us on the other side of the river, let us go.

VI. KNOWING THE END Text by Barbara Crooker

How can we go on, knowing the end of the story?

VII. RELINQUISHMENT Text by Laura Foley

I am looking at pale blue ponds of melted ice on a frozen river and in them perfect clouds passing. Wind sends ripples along the water and trees cut sharp lines into the sky. Soon it will be gone, all of it and I will be sitting in darkness, sitting by a dark window, glad for having seen this earth, her elegant grace, how she turns away from the sun. And I will be learning, again, how to give it all up by simply turning. How to give it up to darkness, all of you. All of it. How to give it up again and again.

VIII. WHEN AT LAST Text by Amy Fleury

When at last I join the democracy of dirt, a tussock earthed over and grass healed, I’ll gladly conspire in my own diminishment. Let a pink peony bloom from my chest and may it be visited by a charm of bees, who will then carry the talcum of pollen and nectar of clover to the grove where they hive. Let the honey they make be broken from its comb, and release from its golden hold, onto some animal tongue, my soul.