In the loving spirit In the loving spirit In the loving spirit In the loving spirit and memory ofand memory ofand memory ofand memory of

Sr. Elana Killilea, SCSr. Elana Killilea, SCSr. Elana Killilea, SCSr. Elana Killilea, SC

April 13, 1944 April 13, 1944 April 13, 1944 April 13, 1944 ---- January 12, 2009 January 12, 2009 January 12, 2009 January 12, 2009

I AM THE KITE by Elana Killilea (written 2/2/07)

I am the kite, El Shaddai You, the wind under my wings. You lift me high and higher until

I am lighter and lighter. I have no shape.

My body becomes cumulus cloud. I am Elananess.

Dispersed in Goddess, I am weightless, yet full, complete,

Without markings, delineation, characterization Without virtue or vice.

I AM. I AM. I am Elananess

Essence within Essence. I am free.

Fully conscious of my presence within the Presence. The Trinity, a metaphor

For the multiplicity that is the Unity of God. Goddess, like an amoeba

Constantly reproducing herself, Each new essence, a unique replica

Capable of reflecting the magnitude of her being.

Recessional Hymn:

Dancing with God by Mechtild de Madeburg

I cannot dance, O Lord, unless you lead me

And if you want me to leap for joy

Then you must be the first to dance and to sing

And I will follow you, in your echo I will ring.

Then, only then, then, only then, then, only then,

Will I leap for joy.

I cannot sing, O Lord, unless you lead me

And if you want me to sing for joy

You must be the first to sing out your song

And I will follow you and sing right along

Then, only then, then, only then, then, only then,

Will I sing for joy.

Lead me on in your joyful dancing

I will follow in your dance of life,

Than all my living will be true to you, my loving God.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.

Each note is a need coming through one of us,

a passion, a longing-pain.

Remember the lips

where the wind-breath originated,

and let your note be clear.

Don’t try to end it.

Be your note.

I’ll show you how it’s enough.

Go up on the roof at night

in this city of the soul.

Let everyone climb on their roofs

and sing their notes!

Sing loud!

~Rumi (Ancient Sufi Mystic)

“When we put our heads on the pillow at night, let us imagine all creation

on rooftops...singing their note...a full-throated symphony to LOVE’S first

breath...OM!” ~Elana Killilea

Stone and Sand and Sea and Sky

by Atlantic Heart

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Rest my heart and please my eye

I will go and not ask why

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Early morning rise and walk

Listen to the sea stone talk

Wild geese flock above me high

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Soon the wind is holding me

Clears my mind so easily

Open, open to the song

Wind and sea have played so long

I am strengthened by the sea

Something broken mends in me

Hold me til the day I die

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Stone and sand and sea and sky

I am free to laugh and cry

I feel the spirit lift me high

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Rest my heart and please my eye

I will go and not ask why

Stone and sand and sea and sky

I will go and not ask why

Stone and sand and sea and sky

Reflection after Communion:

Prelude:

This Ancient Love by Carolyn McDade

Long before the night was born from darkness

Long before the dawn rolled unsteady from fire

Long before She wrapped her scarlet arms around the hills

There was a love

This ancient love was born

Long before the grass spotted green the bare hillside

Long before a wing unfolded to the wind

Long before She wrapped her long blue arms around the sea

There was a love

This ancient love was born

Long before a chain was forged from the hillside

Long before a voice uttered freedom’s cry

Long before She wrapped her bleeding arms around a child

There was a love

This ancient love was born

Long before the name of a God was spoken

Long before a cross was nailed from a tree

Long before She laid her arms of colors cross the sky

There was a love

This ancient love was born

Wakeful our night, slumbers our morning

Stubborn the grass sowing green wounded hills

As we wrap our healing arms to hold what her arms held

This Ancient Love, this Aching Love

Rolls on

*** The songs, prayers and poems for Elana’s Memorial

Service were chosen from among her favorites. She listened

to, sang along with, and read them all frequently up to her

last day on Earth. May our voices echo hers today.

INTRODUCTORY RITES

Entrance Hymn:

Morning Prayer by Gertrude the Great

My soul’s clearest light, my morning’s brightest star

Oh Christ come to greet me now in this sacred hour

I waken to you, my love, my brightest day

To a day better spent with you than 1000 far away

Refrain

I rise with you, my glorious morning light

Christ my rising sun, you turn my night to day

My soul’s clearest light, my morning’s brightest star

Oh Christ come to greet me now in this sacred hour

Come to me, my God

Oh, Christ to you I pray, oh come meet my waking soul

In this first light of day

I wait and watch for you

To dawn upon my heart

Oh Christ fill me with your light

Your glorious grace impart

LITURGY OF THE WORD

1st Reading: Wisdom 3: 1-9

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 69 by Nan Merrill

Repsonse: “Let me come once again to your Table, Beloved.”

� Let me come once again to your Table, Beloved, forgive all

that separates me from You, that I might be made whole.

� Let me see with the heart’s eye; let me hear through the

heart’s ear, Give me the sensitivity to hear your Word and the

courage to speak it.

� May my home become a house of prayer, that others might

come to bask in your Presence. May those who have been

oppressed and persecuted come and find safety and solace within

its doors.

Gospel: Matthew 5: 1-12

Homily

LITURGY OF THE EUCHARIST

Offertory Song:

I Abandon Myself by John Michael Talbot

I abandon myself to your will

Do with me whatever you want

I will only be grateful for whatever you do

I’m prepared for anything at all (repeat refrain)

I commit my life to your hands

I offer it all up to you

With all the affection of my heart and soul

Because oh Lord, I love you

Refrain

I abandon myself to your will (3x)

Holy, Holy: (sing)

Memorial Acclamation: (sing) Dying you destroyed our death,

Rising you restored our life

Lord Jesus, come in glory.

Final Doxology: (sing) Amen

Lamb of God: (sing)

Communion Song:

How Wonderful Is My Soul by Mechtild of Magdeburg

How wonderful is my soul

Which you my God have created

Nothing can truly show its beauty

Nothing can truly set me free

Except your love flowing through my being

Speaking to me of things unknown

And in your love flowing through my being

My soul awakens to you Holy One

And the joy of this awakening just cannot be described

Nothing can truly tell its wonders

Nothing can ever give such peace

Except your love flowing through my being

Speaking to me of things unknown

And in your love flowing through my being

My soul awakens to you, Holy One

Holy One, Holy One, Holy One