Intro) THE TURNING Turn, my heart, until the world grows still, Turn beyond the wanting and the will. Turn until the name I call my own Falls like a leaf into the unknown. Round and round, the stars are turning, Round and round, the lamps are burning. What I chased across the earth Was waiting here before my birth. I was the seeker, I was the door, I was the beggar asking for more. I was the distance, the night, the sea— Until the Beloved awakened in me. (The music falls away to piano, acoustic guitar and a single intimate voice.) I thought you would come like the summer rain, And wash away the years of pain. I thought you would speak, and the world would shine, And every broken piece would fall in line. But you came as the breath I had nearly missed, As the warmth of a hand, as the morning mist. Not as a stranger from worlds apart, But as the quiet beneath my heart. I reached for your hand; the night grew clear. I stopped asking when you would appear. And all the distance I had known Became the road that led me home. (Final crescendo — expansive drums, soaring electric guitar, ney flute and layered choir.) The Beloved is everywhere, In the earth, in the fire, in the open air. In the lost, in the found, in the joy, in the pain, In the sunlight returning, in the soft summer rain. The Beloved is everywhere, In the silence that lives when no words are there. I was searching the heavens, I was crossing the sea— The love I was seeking was awakening in me. And if we must part when the evening is done, If the rivers divide us, if we stand alone, Let the song that we carried through darkness and fear Be the bridge that reminds us that love remains here. The Beloved is everywhere, In the last whispered prayer. Not a place, not a face, not a dream passing through— But the love that makes strangers feel less far from you. Outro)
