Eleison, eleison
All creatures have roots,
Bird and beast, stock and stone,
All living things have roots
You have heard the names
In passing,
Whispered through the tall grass,
Whispered through human lips,
Whispered through lips to ears
Lonesome and loving,
With pain in the chest,
Heard the names
In passing
Be kind to each other, babies,
Be kind—little children,
Love one another,
We are all the people we have
And we must make each other last
You may have felt the pinch of fingers,
But be unafraid: all hands are not
Raised in anger
Behold the mender,
Made unmade
Kyrie, eleison
Eleison, eleison
Kyrie, eleison, eleison
Kyrie
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