Rev. Walker: God is here, in the midst of this sacred gathering ... different faith ... strangers bound first by loss and pain ... we are gathered in community and through the blur of each other's tears ... we will rise in community.
Rev. Walker: This is how God works. Good morning.
Rev. Walker: God, help us find our way through the darkness. Help us hold each other now.
Rev. Walker: Lord, bless this brokenhearted city as she finds her balance, dusts herself off, and tilts her eyes back to the sky.
Rev. Walker: Let the people of God together say, "Amen".
There now is a greeting from Metropolitan Methodios of the Greek Orthodox Metropolis of Boston and Brookline.
Methodios: The Marathon was an event when we celebrated the values of freedom and democracy...it was on that day that evil reared its ugly head again.
Methodios: Bow our heads in solemn prayer for the repose of the souls of the three victims, and the countless victims who will bear wounds for the rest of their lives.
Methodios: For the doctors and nurses and other caregivers who helped and healed the wounded.
Now there will be a reflection by Boston Mayor Thomas M. Menino.
Menino: Good morning ... and it is a good morning because we are together.
Menino: Since the clock struck that fateful hour, love has covered this resilient city. I have never loved it more than I do today. (The mayor got choked up when he said those words.)
Menino: We love the fathers and the brothers who took shirts off their backs to stop the bleeding. The mothers and the sisters who cared for the injured.
Menino: The neighbors who opened their doors, who said, "What's mine is yours."
Menino praises police, firefighters, paramedics, doctors, and nurses: We have never loved our people in uniform more.
Menino: Say prayer after prayer for the victims still recovering in hospitals and homes.
Patrick: Thankful for the nurses and doctors and the surgeon who ran the Marathon and then kept on running to his operating room.
Patrick: Thankful for Mayor Menino, who started Monday morning frustrated he couldn't be at the finish line this time as he always is, then later that afternoon checked himself out of the hospital so he could help this city, our city, recover.
Patrick: I'm thankful for the lives of Krystle, Lingzi, and little Martin.
Patrick: Darkness cannot drive out darkness, as Dr. King said. Only light can do that.
Patrick: Just as we are taught at times like this not to lose touch with our spiritual faith; let us not lose touch with our civic faith. Massachusetts invented America.
Patrick: We're not organized around a common heritage or language. We are organized around civic ideals.
Patrick: We will recover, and repair. We will grieve our losses and we will heal. We will rise and we will endure. We will have accountability without vengeance, vigilance without fear.
President Obama is preparing to speak.
Obama: Scripture tells us to run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Obama: On Monday morning, the sun rose over Boston. sunlight glistened off the State House dome, on the Common and Public Garden, spring was in bloom. Fans jumped onto the T to see the Sox at Fenway. In Hopkinton, runners laced up their shoes and set out on a 26.2-mile race that is a test of endurance and grit.
Obama: It was a great day to be in Boston. This city, a poet once said, is in the perfect state of grace.
Obama: We come together today to reclaim that state of grace.
Obama: Boston may be your hometown, but we claim it, too. It's one of America's iconic cities. It's one of the world's great cities.
Obama: Because Boston opens its heart to the world.
Obama: Every fall you welcome students from across the country and the world; a Boston diaspora that excels in every field of endeavor.
The poem President Obama referred to is from E.B. White's "Boston Is Like No Other Place In The World Only More So". The stanza is:
"For Boston's not a capital
And Boston's not a place
Rather I feel that Boston is
The perfect state of grace..."
Obama: Today our prayers are with the Campbell family of Medford who lost their daughter Krystle. They are here today. She would have turned 30 next month. As her mother said through her tears, This doesn't make any sense.