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Tucson’s All Souls Procession includes a ceremony in which Processants carry erns for the
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All Souls Day — Image by kenne
Candles lit to light their way
Honoring loved ones gone away
Remaining through hearts and memories a part of them will forever stay
For the deceased, this is their day
Sugar skulls galore on Day of the Dead
Celebrating the lives lost loved ones lead
Maybe they’ll contact you upon sleeping in bed
Offering comforting words dancing through dreams in your head
— from Never Forgotten by Melissa Tracy.
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All Souls Day Celebration — Photo-artistry by kenne
Did someone say that there would be an end,
an end, Oh, an end to love and mourning?
What has been once so interwoven cannot be raveled,
not the gift ungiven.
Now the dead move through all of us still glowing.
Mother and child, lover and lover mated,
are wound and bound together and enflowing.
What has been plaited cannot be unplaited–
only the strands grow richer with each loss
and memory makes kings and queens of us.
Dark into light, light into darkness, spin.
When all the birds have flow to some real haven,
we who find shelter in the warmth within,
listen and feel new-cherished, new-forgiven,
as the lost human voices speak through us and blend our complex love,
our mourning without end.
— May Sarton
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The All Souls Procession Weekend Honors the Ancestors and our lost loved ones and Celebrates Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne (11/04/12)
What is the All Souls Procession?
“The All Souls Procession is one of the most important, inclusive, and authentic public ceremonies in North America today.
The Procession had its beginnings in 1990 with a ceremonial performance piece created by local artist Susan Johnson.”
This weekend (November 4-6), Tucson will honor the dead and celebrate life with the 33rd Annual All Souls Procession.
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A THIN moon faints in the sky o’erhead,
And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.
Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ways,
Where the late rose hangs and the phlox delays,
But forth of the gate and down the road,
Past the church and the yews, to their dim abode.
For it’s turn of the year and All Souls’ night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.
— from All Souls by Edith Wharton
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Remember And Forget, Forget, Remember 6 comments
All Souls Photo-Artistry by kenne
Did someone say that there would be an end,
An end, Oh, an end, to love and mourning?
Such voices speak when sleep and waking blend,
The cold bleak voices of the early morning
When all the birds are dumb in dark November—
Remember and forget, forget, remember.
— from All Souls by May Sarton
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“Souls of the Lost Visit Each Night” — Computer Art by kenne
I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost
are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually.
One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
— William Butler Yeats
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All Souls Day Selfie — Grunge Art by kenne
All Souls
THEY are chanting now the service of All the Dead
And the village folk outside in the burying ground
Listen–except those who strive with their dead,
Reaching out in anguish, yet unable quite to touch them:
Those villagers isolated at the grave
Where the candles burn in the daylight, and the painted wreaths
Are propped on end, there, where the mystery starts.
The naked candles burn on every grave.
On your grave, in England, the weeds grow.
But I am your naked candle burning,
And that is not your grave, in England,
The world is your grave.
And my naked body standing on your grave
Upright towards heaven is burning off to you
Its flame of life, now and always, till the end.
It is my offering to you; every day is All Souls’ Day.
I forget you, have forgotten you.
I am busy only at my burning,
I am busy only at my life.
But my feet are on your grave, planted.
And when I lift my face, it is a flame that goes up
To the other world, where you are now.
But I am not concerned with you.
I have forgotten you.
I am a naked candle burning on your grave.
— D. H. Lawrence
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All Souls Day Photographic Composition by kenne
Let’s go our old way
by the stream, and kick the leaves
as we always did, to make
the rhythm of breaking waves.
This day draws no breath –
shows no colour anywhere
except for the leaves – in their death
brilliant as never before.
Yellow of Brimstone Butterfly,
brown of Oak Eggar Moth –
you’d say. And I’d be wondering why
a summer never seems lost
if two have been together
witnessing the variousness of light,
and the same two in lustreless November
enter the year’s night…
— from All Souls Day, by Frances Bellerby
