Our Lady of the Last Festival

Our Lady of the Last Festival

Bless us Lady. Be with us one more time.

Come to us in your pink-pearl sunrise

With your yellow smile

And blue-sky eyes.

We are grateful for all that you are.

May your gentle spirit

Ripple over the surface of the lake.

Shine down upon us,

Your billowing robes

Shielding us from the blistering sun.

Lead us through fields of Encore,

Past the Underground stage and skateboard ramp,

Into the Imaginarium of Artrageous

Weaving labyrinths of prayer

Out into Flickerings of Creation Station.

We look for you

In shaved ice and that black bean veggie burrito.

Beneath the garish glow of the Pasta Palace

With the buskers and smokers,

You can be found.

Each a part of each other.

Body surfing at Five Iron Frenzy

And head-banging to P.O.D.

When the Crossing finishes with a jig,

Circle dance with us.

Your heart is a flaming sunset,

Streaking gold and red,

Bursts of fireworks above Main Stage,

Showering us with bits of light and fireflies.

We’ll remember you long into the night.

Our Lady of Cornerstone

In joy and lamentation

In song and sermon

In storm and mud

In the dust and heat

In the long grass and cool woods

Down by the footbridge

Down by the dock

Across the lake

At the cross

Be with us one last time.

In the name of the Father and Son

Daughter, Cousin, Friend and

Friend of friends, Holy

Spirit, birds and bees,

All that has breath:

Come celebrate.