This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.
Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least I thought I did,
Like a moon glimmering all her tranquil life, when reddish sun is hid!
My attitude didn't come from bitterness, I just had an analytical mind;
And like bees searching for nectar, needed all the proof I could find.
But I totally missed the fact, that looking to tomorrow requires faith,
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
Which means the best for all.
She must have faith,
To make good friends of Trouble, Pain, and Death,
And understand their message.
She should be
As redolent with tender sympathy
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Act 1: The Room
The time has come.
You washed our feet.
You washed our feet.
You washed our feet.
The Slave of all.
We stood there, stunned,
......
Do you know?
Faith can be a costume,
worn bright on Sunday morning,
folded away by nightfall.
Crosses swing from chains,
Bibles rest in polished hands,
voices rise in ritual chorus—
but the truest hymn begins
when the music stops.
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My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
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Een zegen in de lucht,
waar het licht breekt door wolken
alsof de hemel even ademt.
Een vogel die stijgt
zonder doel,
alleen vertrouwen.
De stilte daarboven
zegt meer dan duizend woorden:
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A blessing in the sky,
where light breaks through cloud
as if the heavens breathe for a moment.
A bird singing
not with purpose,
but with trust.
The silence up there
speaks louder than any prayer:
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