Cohousing-L Mailing List: Join our Coho Community--in playing this Song for MLK Day...

[Daisy (daisykbirch]

Hello Coho Neighbors near and far,
One way our community is marking MLK day--please feel free to join in :-)
For those home from events (see lyrics & related links below)...

We'll play the (now annual) *Moment of Song* for MLK day (at 5pm-sunset).
This is one of Dr. King's (and a nationally treasured) favorite:
*Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing*, by the Stanford Talisman Alumni Choir
<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8pGp7N9bG8>

This exquisite rendition (at 1:17) follows a beautiful, historical,
contextual introduction/reminder of our nation's history, present and
future.

We'll play it over our balconies/courtyard for accessible, crowdless
connection.




*Further Cohousing Diversity References from CohoUSfor this and any day...*

CoHoUS’s timeless & valuable Nat’l Conference Community for All Moments
<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brG9ez5Y8Vg&t=13s> (check if your
community has access, or purchase full access from CohoUS at
www.cohousing.org/2020-all/)

Free at CohoUS:
Deepening Diversity—From Our Voices
<https://www.cohousing.org/black-cultural-awareness-menu-an-intro/> A
3-Step Diversity Circle Guide free for work, orgs, home, family, self,
community.  Form a circle or view the countless links & videos on your own.

With Warmest Wishes,

Daisy & Arash,
Eastern Village Cohousing (EVC)


*Lift Every Voice and Sing (lyrics/poem)**B*y James Weldon Johnson (June
17, 1871 - June 26, 1938)

Lift every voice and sing,
’Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on ’til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed.
We have come, over a way that with tears has been watered,

We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
’Til now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet, stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.