by Sally Hahn, ESL Teacher at Fairview Elementary Neighborhood School Center
(pictured in black in the last photo)Last Spring, and again in late summer, Fairview and Edison Schools were visited by the
Prophecy Music Project. This small band of musicians worked their wonders on a large group of refugee and immigrant students and their native (English-) speaking classmates. I was the supervising teacher for the four-day transformation that took place here.

The children were a huge canvas, ready to be energized and transported. The shyest children danced in a whirl not to be believed. Little ones who never speak, danced around a bottle; jumping, spinning while wearing street shoes! Their martial arts dance turned into ballet and their concentration never wavered.
Prophecy instructed, they paraded, drummed, sang, danced and lightened the hearts (and souls) of everyone involved. When their time with us was ending, I wanted to tell them personally what they had meant to me and the children. I wrote this for them.
Prophecy, Movable Glee
By Sally Hahn Sept. 17, 2009

A stunning bird came to us,
Bringing her noisy brothers.
She twirled and sang
And coaxed the young,
The familiar and the others.
They came to us in a strange new way,
Plucked us from the morass.
We left the red-taped halls upstairs
And soon we flew,
With rhythm and with sass!
The children were captured
And carried away

Their bodies and spirits renewed.
Up and above the raggedy rug
They split and kicked and grew!
Their minds, their hearts
And all they had
They’d have gladly given over—
To stay in the moments of movable glee
To keep that rhythm going.
The brothers pumped the air with power
Making the skins call out.
They pounded, they tinkled
They gave, gave, gave—
The earth moved—we knew its shout!
Their voices called, our tribe heard,
They moved and twirled pristine,
Power and flight united in dance
To that throbbing earthly beat!
And so I respond to the griot’s call,
I knew it before you named me.
That pull of the Spirit to raise up the young,
Forms the bond between you and me.
My friends from everywhere on the earth,
Did you know you would find us here?
Sent to fulfill the prophecy,

Your joy has set us free!
Our god knew of young ones’ hearts galore,
Who needed the drummers’ call,
The young ones drank of your pulsing cup,
Your liquid grace filling all.
I remain in your debt,
Your tribute to me,
Was more than I can express.
Thank God, Cityfolk and you.