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Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 1 Reflection by Alphia Sherif
The night moonlight died Mountains trembled their cedar trees bowed the little stems that cascaded like stars between rivers Now to gather the tree trunks boulders, burdens the fog Legend are the fish all dead together in a cauldron of death Stiff smiles push tears...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 2 Reflection by Fynn Manohchompoo
Seven ways we become what we carry. Seven ways of looking out. Around the table, at grandmother’s house, Grandfather laughs away his mother’s words. One by one we weave Our tapestry of life and death. Mother singing lullabies: “In a world filled with love,” “God is...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 3 Reflection by Branton Waitiki
There is a boundary I do not cross. It moves depending on the mood of others. Mom has nightmares of a family broken by anger Babies without moms. A husband calling from another home. My father came to America To own land. From our first days here He brought...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 4 Reflection by Mabel Minney
They’ve explained you’re born on earth Yet you live in the stars. Heart beating In harmony with the final dwelling place. Crossing this great river, you move, stone by stone. Water and rock drown the soul of your shoe. Now your clothes are your enemy. Your future held...
Move as fast as you can but as slow as you need to
By Jennifer (MLK Freedom Center Student) “Move as fast as you can but as slow as you need to.” Change does not happen overnight it takes disciplined and dedicated individuals for change to occur. Being a lifelong learner means recognizing that being of service to the...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 1 Reflection by Alphia Sherif
The night moonlight died Mountains trembled their cedar trees bowed the little stems that cascaded like stars between rivers Now to gather the tree trunks boulders, burdens the fog Legend are the fish all dead together in a cauldron of death Stiff smiles push tears...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 2 Reflection by Fynn Manohchompoo
Seven ways we become what we carry. Seven ways of looking out. Around the table, at grandmother’s house, Grandfather laughs away his mother’s words. One by one we weave Our tapestry of life and death. Mother singing lullabies: “In a world filled with love,” “God is...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 3 Reflection by Branton Waitiki
There is a boundary I do not cross. It moves depending on the mood of others. Mom has nightmares of a family broken by anger Babies without moms. A husband calling from another home. My father came to America To own land. From our first days here He brought...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 4 Reflection by Mabel Minney
They’ve explained you’re born on earth Yet you live in the stars. Heart beating In harmony with the final dwelling place. Crossing this great river, you move, stone by stone. Water and rock drown the soul of your shoe. Now your clothes are your enemy. Your future held...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 5 Reflection by Ursa Kaiser
This story arrives at a place of contentment With life and death sleeping in the same bed. Let me tell you of a storyteller. Early in life no choice but despair. The mud and muck between water and dirt Has no stone. Here, everything growing is sweet....
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Anka Bolorsukh
The child sees the old man, whining and moaning. “God!” he screams. The neighbor feeds tiny creatures and humming birds pass like angels before the window where grief makes a dark world. Where does grief come from? From over the mountain, high up on the other side,...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Jesus Gijon
In every city there are People who help out, A few become saintly The small spit of sand Comes from montaña de piedra. These tiny crystals are not broken They are bits of a whole. To not know life as a river is the worst. Both always follow the possible Never stopping...