SFGTV2 January 11, 2013
Will stretch out and face the challenges of the moment with our tongues wrapped around the idea of peace. Feel its weight, hear its song, remember in vent, discover, recreate its rhythms as we begin to walk the long trail of healing. Sew it to grow on it be it to see it, peace. Sew it to grow it, be it to see it, peace. [applause]. Flying inside the evening sky. I dont know the name of the blues that shadow our past. One is sweet and light a cool meringue. Another sharp but still. A third thick presses down upon the rest. Colbolt. A blue that hums deeply a harmony of ferm ment denying stars sh...