All our dying shares a process

Which unites us into one

As the boundaries change to singing

Cosmic songs that still are sung.

All divisions then have ended,

All our status is destroyed,

All our wealth shall then be worthless,

All our powers be rendered void.

 

What remains is clothed in myst’ry

Like the journey pilgrims trace.

What remains is sacred life-force

Found in all of time and space.

In that sacredness dwells wisdom,

Sensing myst’ry forms our home,

As our life-force finds refreshment

In the places where we roam.

 

We will practice letting go now

To prepare us for our death

While enjoying sacred presence

In each hour we live on Earth.

Praise the God of cosmic process,

Praise the God within our breath,

Praise the reawakened living,

That emerges from each death.

 

Can be sung as 6 verses to CROSS OF JESUS by John Stainer 1840-1901.

Text and Music © William Livingstone Wallace.

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