Echoes of the Heart CD Excerpts and Track Samples

Echoes of the Heart

Song & Verse CD

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Content and Excerpts Including Audio and Sound Samples.

1. Picnic, by Susan Crawford, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

2. Open Me, by MJ Abell, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

3. Solitude, by Sara Phelps, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

4. Blessed Is The Woman-Video, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

5. Ode to the Wordy, by Jean Jay, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

6. For Julie, composed and performed by Jim Luellen

7. Rocking You After Midnight, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

8. Borrowed Copies, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

9. Elaine Tells Me, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

10. Right or Kind?, by Jean Jay, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

11. Prayer for Self-Acceptance, by Linda Farrenkopf, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

12. Amazing Grace, sung by Sara Phelps

13. Fingertips, by Kate McSweeney, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

14. No One Knows, by Jean Jay, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

15. For Love, by Karen Hunley-Pifher, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

16. Wisdom's Waters, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

17. We Are Children, by Karen Hunley-Pifher, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

18. For She Who is Being Tried, by MJ Abell, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

19. I'm Lonely, by Tani Colvin, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

20. Bittersweet, by Sue Mogan-Mattison, performed by Jim Luellen

21. Letting Go, by Linda Farrenkopf, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

22. When We Pick Apples, by MJ Abell, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

23. Borne Into the Light, by Sue Mogan-Mattison, Jim Luellen, and Sharon West

24. My Mother's Jumpers, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

25. Wisdom, Radiant Guide, by MJ Abell, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

26. My Precious Child, by Jean Jay, Jim Curlis, and Sharon West

Thanks to Tom and Reilly Anne Harrington, father and daughter, tickler and tickled on My Precious Child.

My Mother's Jumpers

In her bedroom

my mother sewed jumpers

encircled us with her yellow tape

mended our pants.

We grew up amid doll quilts,

Tammy clothes that matched our own,

ric-rac trim and searches

for her thimble.

Snips of thread ran through our rugs

like lost veins.

While her machine gathered our sleeves into cuffs

traced our middles to make a dress

of a bodice and a skirt,

I lolled on her high bed with the cherry posts,

keeping her company

as the venetian blinds striped the wall,

the stale smells of passion safe

beneath the white chenille spread.

She never told us she loved us

not straight out.

I grew up thinking those were words

for when the bedspread lay folded back-

love for children was assumed

like the cup of water I boiled for my father

as soon as I got up.

How could she know we’d search our childhoods

for a single phrase?

I think about her

when I draw the covers about my son,

practice telling him I love him

while he is too small to know

I am still trying out the phrase

tugging its seams

searching its pockets.

Blessed Is The Woman Video

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Borne Into the Light

I am beaten down, but still I rise

Out of the earth of which I am part.

I gain strength from unworldly ties,

From the depths of a burdened heart.

Unfettered are my mind and soul,

Flesh and bone don’t cry.

A slave they will not make me

If I decide to fly.

Still I rise to maiden heights

And leave them all behind.

I stand on mountains of mortal ash

And proclaim my peace of mind.

I stand with all the world’s oppressed;

Our union in one, strong.

Our story knows no color;

It knows no joyful song.

Still I rise, and in the end

My life will not be owned.

And peace will lie about me;

My spirit be enthroned.

And I will be the noble queen

Of land that is my soul.

When I am borne into the light

as darkness takes its toll