Program: The Art of Protest

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The Art of Protest present

The Art of Protest

Music of American and International Struggle

Fri, Oct 6, 2023 | 7:00 pm | La Merced Chapel

Sat, Oct 7, 2023 | 7:30 pm | Historic Lyric Theatre

Sun, Oct 8, 2023 | 3:00 pm | First United Methodist Homestead

I’ll Overcome Someday

Music & Lyrics: Charles Albert Tindley (1851-1933)

God Save the King

Music & Lyrics: Traditional Chester

Music & Lyrics: William Billings

America! (My Country ‘Tis of Thee)

Music: Traditional, arr. Patrick Dupre Quigley; Lyrics: Samuel Francis Smith

America! (Anti-Slavery Hymn)

Music: Traditional, arr. Quigley; Lyrics: A. G. Duncan

John Brown’s Body

Music & Lyrics: Anonymous

Arouse, New England’s Sons

Music & Lyrics: M.L. Gardner

Martin Delaney Medley

Music: Stephen Foster, arr. Andy Clark; Lyrics: Martin Delany

Battle Hymn of the Republic/Say, Brothers, Will You Meet Us

Music: Anonymous, arr. Quigley; Lyrics: George Barker/Julia Ward Howe

Suffrage Song

Music: Eleanor Smith, arr. Anthony Trecek-King; Lyrics: James Weber Linn

March of the Women

Music: Ethyl Smythe; Lyrics: Cicely Hamilton

Daughters of Freedom

Music: Edwin Christie; Lyrics: George Cooper

Songs from Suffrage Song Sheaf

Music: Traditional; Lyrics: Eugénie M. Rayé-Smith

The Death of Emmet Till

Music & Lyrics: A. C. Bilbrew; Arranged: Stephen Feigenbaum

O, Freedom

Music & Lyrics: Anonymous; Arranged: Anthony Trecek-King

Lift Every Voice and Sing

Music: J. Rosamond Johnson; Lyrics: James Weldon Johnson

A Pesar De Usted

Music & Lyrics: Chico Buarque; Arranged: Ileana Perez Velazquez

Gracias a la Vida

Music & Lyrics: Violeta Parra; Arranged: Ileana Perez Velazquez

Soy pan, soy paz, Soy mas

Music & Lyrics: Piero De Benedictis; Arranged Ileana Perez Velazquez

By the Rivers of Babylon

Music: Brent Dowe & Trevor McNaughton, arr. Quigley; Lyrics: Psalms 19:14, 137:1-4

Over the Rainbow

Music: Harold Arlen; Lyrics: Yip Harburg

We Shall Overcome

Music & Lyrics: Anonymous; Arranged: Quigley

Reginald Mobley, curator, host, countertenor

Michele Kennedy, soprano

Deborah Stephens, soprano

Gabriela Linares, alto

David Pelino, tenor

Koh Kazama, guitar

Christian Reátegui, percussion

This program is made possible with the support of Funding Arts Network

I’ll Overcome Someday

This world is one great battlefield, With forces all arrayed; If in my heart I do not yield I’ll overcome some day. (x3) If in my heart I do not yield I’ll overcome some day.

Both seen and unseen powers join To drive my soul astray, But with His Word a sword of mine, I’ll overcome someday. (3x) But with His Word a sword of mine, I’ll overcome someday.

A thousand snares are set for me, And mountains in my way; If Jesus will my leader be, I’ll overcome some day. (3x) If Jesus will my leader be, I’ll overcome someday.

I fail so often when I try My Savior to obey;

It pains my heart and then I cry, Lord, make me strong someday. (3x) It pains my heart and then I cry, Lord, make me strong someday.

My mind is not to do the wrong, But walk the narrow way; I’m praying as I journey on, To overcome someday. (3x)

I’m praying as I journey on, To overcome someday.

Though many a time no signs appear, Of answer when I pray;

My Jesus says I need not fear, He’ll make it plain some day. I’ll be like Him someday, I’ll be like Him someday;

My Jesus says I need not fear, I’ll be like Him someday.

God Save the King

God save our gracious King, long live our noble King, God save the King. Send him victorious, happy and glorious, long to reign over us: God save the King.

Thy choicest gifts in store

On him be pleased to pour, Long may he reign. May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the King.

Chester

Let tyrants shake their iron rod, And Slav’ry clank her galling chains, We fear them not, we trust in God, New England’s God forever reigns.

Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too, With Prescot and Cornwallis join’d, Together plot our Overthrow, In one Infernal league combin’d.

When God inspir’d us for the fight, Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc’d, Their ships were Shatter’d in our sight, Or swiftly driven from our Coast.

The Foe comes on with haughty Stride; Our troops advance with martial noise, Their Vet’rans flee before our Youth, And Gen’rals yield to beardless Boys.

What grateful Off’ring shall we bring? What shall we render to the Lord? Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing, And praise his name on ev’ry Chord.

America

(see page 14)

America (Anti-Slavery Hymn)

My country, ‘tis of thee, Stronghold of slavery, Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died, Where men man’s rights deride, From every mountain side, Thy deeds shall ring.

Let wailing swell the breeze, and ring from all the trees, The black man’s wrong; Let every tongue awake, Let bond and free partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

Our father’s God! to Thee, Author of Liberty, To thee we sing; Soon may our land be bright, With holy freedom’s right Protect us by thy might, Great God our King.

John Brown’s Body

Oh, John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave

While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save; But tho’ he lost his life in struggling for the slave, His soul is marching on!

Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His soul is marching on!

Arouse, New England’s Sons

Arouse, New England’s sons, arouse!

Wake from your coward sleep, The tyrant’s hand is on your neck, And shall his fetters keep,

In bondage, men whom freedom nursed, In her own chosen home?

Where patriot’s blood was freely poured In holy martyrdom?

Arouse, New England’s sons, arouse! A clinging curse on thee! If here supinely ye will sleep, Dreaming that ye are free. Arouse, and see how false the name, Which ye so fondly claim, Free are ye! while ye bear about The tyrants’ galling chain?

Free! while the halls ye rear are burned? Free! while your sons are driven By slavery’s mobs, because they dare To speak for truth and heaven?

Free! while the very homes you’ve made Beside your fathers’ graves, Are pillaged if ye dare to aid The panting, flying slave?

Arouse, New England’s sons, arouse! And lay oppression low, And strike for freedom and for God, An earnest manly blow. Nail up your banner to the wall, In God’s name let it wave, Until beneath its ample folds Shall crouch no wretched slave.

Martin Delaney Medley

Way down upon the Mobile river, Close to Mobile bay;

That’s where my thoughts is running ever, All through the livelong day;

There I’ve a good and fond old Mother Though she is a slave;

There I’ve a sister and a brother Lying in peaceful graves.

O, could I somehow another, Drive these tears away; When I think about my poor old Mother, Down upon the Mobile bay.

Come all my brethren, let us take a rest, While the moon shines bright and clear; Old master died and left us all at last, And has gone at the bar to appear!

Old master’s dead and lying in his grave; And our blood will now cease to flow; He will no more tramp on the neck of the slave, For he’s gone where slaveholders go. Hang up the shovel and the hoe, I don’t care whether I work or no!

Old master’s gone to slaveholder’s rest, He’s gone where they all ought to go!

Yet our triumph is sure; put your heart into song, Into cheering and song: Votes for Women! For the right shall prevail over wrong!

See! The banner is bright streaming o’er us, And the barred road lies open before us; Let the trumpet be blown, Let our purpose be known, Put your voice and your soul in the chorus!

I’m on my way to Canada, That cold and dreary land: The dire effects of slavery, I can no longer stand. My soul is vexed within me so, To think that I’m a slave, I’ve now resolved to strike the blow, For freedom or the grave.

O righteous Father

Wilt thou pity me; And aid me to Canada where fugitives are free?

I heard old England plainly say, If we would all forsake, Our native land of Slavery, And come across the lake.

O righteous Father

Wilt thou pity me; And aid me to Canada where fugitives are free?

Battle Hymn of the Republic/ Say, Brothers, Will You Meet Us (see page 15)

Suffrage Song

Let us sing as we go, Votes for Women! (2x) Though the way may be hard, Tho’ the battle be long,

Let us sing as we go, Votes for Women! (2x) There’s a voice we have heard, And shall hear till we die; By its word we are stirred, And as one we reply; It is nigh, it is nigh, Votes for Women! For the right shall prevail over wrong!

For the fears of the past lie behind us, And its fetters no longer can bind us; Let us march with a will Till the trumpet be still In the peace that our struggle shall find us.

The March of the Women Shout, shout, up with your song!

Cry with the wing for the dawn is breaking; March, march, sing you along, Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking. Song with its story, dreams, with their glory, Lo! they call, and glad is their word! Loud and louder it swells, Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!

Long, long, we in the past, Cowered in dread from the light of heaven. Strong, strong, stand we at last, Fearless in faith and with sight new-given. Strength with its beauty, Life with its duty, (Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)

These, these, beckon us on, Open your eyes to the blaze of day.

Comrades, ye who have dared, First in the battle to strive and sorrow, Scorned, spurned, naught have ye cared. Raising your eyes to a wider morrow.

Ways that are weary, days that are dreary, Toil and pain by faith ye have borne; Hail, hail, victors ye stand, Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!

Life, strife, these two are one, Nought can ye win but by faith and daring: On, on that ye have done, But for the work of today preparing. Firm in reliance, laugh a defiance, Laugh in hope, for sure is the end. March, march, many as one. Shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend.

Daughters of Freedom

Daughters of freedom arise in your might! March to the watchwords Justice and Right! Why will ye slumber? wake, O wake! Lo! On your legions light doth break!

[CHORUS]

Sunder the fetters “custom” hath made! Come from the valley, hill and glade!

Daughters of freedom, the truth marches on, Yield not the battle till ye have won! Heed not the “scorner,” day by day Clouds of oppression roll away!

[CHORUS]

Daughters of freedom, the “Ballot” be yours, Wield it with wisdom, your hopes it secures. “Rights that are equal” this ye claim, Bright by your guerdon, fair your fame!

[CHORUS]

Songs from Suffrage Song Sheath

“Votes for Women” Sure to Win

It happened once in England fair That woman’s mind got started On thinking suffrage rights her share, From her unjustly parted.

That laws and taxes she should heed In which she had no say, sir, To her fair thought seemed false indeed; She cried, “We’ll not obey, sir.”

[CHORUS]:

“Votes for women,” keep it up, Never mind what party;

“Votes for women,” sure to win! Sing it strong and hearty!

“We’ll show the world through word and deed By us the vote is wanted; Let legislators now take heed; Our courage is undaunted!”

The struggle waxes fierce and strong; With zeal these women burning, Will bring the men to own their wrong, All weak traditions spurning!

[CHORUS]

To cousins now across the sea Strong hope is thus imparted, They need no force to set them free, They turn to men true-hearted. What women will in this good land

‘Tis done before you speak, sir, With loyal word and willing hand They’re given what they seek, sir!

[CHORUS]

When Woman Comes to Her Own

When woman comes marching to her own, Hurrah! Hurrah!

A royal welcome she’ll be shown, Hurrah! Hurrah!

The bells will ring, the bands will play, We’ll give her Godspeed on her way; For we’ll bless the day

When woman comes to her own!

The very streets will smile and shout, Hurrah! Hurrah!

For cleanliness to reign throughout, Hurrah! Hurrah!

The winds will set the echos free, The birds will join and sing for glee; For we’ll bless the day

When woman comes to her own!

With no uncertain step she comes, Hurrah! Hurrah!

She’ll sweep the city of its slums; Hurrah! Hurrah!

She’ll show us how to legislate To save and to upbuild the State; So we’ll bless the day

When woman comes to her own!

Sing of Women Free

Hoary Winter has retreated, And the Spring is dancing here; All the dreary cold has fleeted, Warmth and sunlight now appear. We have reached the height of gladness

In the bright time of the year

To sing of woman free!

[CHORUS]

Marching with the May sky o’er us, With our golden flag before us, We shall swell the suffrage chorus And sing of woman free!

There’s a promise in the showing Of each bud and blade of grass, There’s fulfillment in the blowing Of the flow’rets where we pass:

‘Tis an earnest of success to those who Lift the struggling mass And herald woman free!

[CHORUS]

(All join)

Not a single sign has failed us

Since the dayspring of the year; Eastern womanhood has hailed us, Western sisters bring us cheer:

Ours the harvest; bud and blossom, Then the full corn in the ear, For woman shall be free!

[CHORUS]

The Death of Emmett Till

Emmett Till, Emmett Till, His name will be a legend we all know, Tallahatchie, Mississippi to see his Uncle Mose, But we won’t see little Emmett anymore.

A few days in Tallahatchie, Emmett with his little pals

To Money, Mississippi, grocery store to buy They bought bubble gum and candy from the woman at the store, As they turn to leave, little Emmett said “Goodbye!”

His little pals said to him: “What you mean, saying ‘goodbye’

To the woman in Money grocery store?”

They said “she is good looking” Emmett said “...you’re right!”

And that remark cost Emmett Till his life.

Emmett Till, Emmett Till, His name will be a legend we all know, Tallahatchie, Mississippi to see his Uncle Mose, But we won’t see little Emmett anymore.

‘Twas on the following Sunday, they say about 2 A.M.

Two bad men came and knocked on Mose’s door, They said to Uncle Mose: “We’ve come to take the boy.

He whistled at that woman and he must go.” He was taken to a stable, beat and shot right through the head, All one could hear were blows and Emmett’s cries, Last words were “Mama, save me, have mercy on me, Lord.”

The blows still fell, but little Emmett had died.

(continued on page 10)

The two men went to trial, sat and grinned and smoked and chewed,

As the fearful witnesses all did testify

Jury’s our sixty-five minutes, returned verdict in hand

“Not guilty” was their prompt reply

Emmett Till, Emmett Till, His name will be a legend we all know, Tallahatchie, Mississippi to see his Uncle Mose, But we won’t see little Emmett anymore.

Oh, Freedom

Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom over me!

And before I be a slave

I be’d buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free (2x)

No more weeping

No more weeping

No more weeping over me

And before I be a slave

I be’d buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free

Lift Every Voice and Sing (see page 16)

A Pesar de Usted

Hoy es usted el que manda

Lo dijo, está dicho

Es sin discusión, no?

Toda mi gente hoy anda

Hablando bajito

Mirando el rincón, vió?

Usted que inventó ese estado E inventó el inventar

Toda la oscuridad

Usted que inventó el pecado Olvidóse de inventar El perdón

A pesar de usted

Mañana ha de ser Otro día

Yo quisiera saber

Dónde se va a esconder

De esa enorme alegría

Cómo le va prohibir

A ese gallo insistir

En cantar

Agua nueva brotando

Y la gente amándose

Sin parar

Today you are in charge

If you said, we agree

There’s no discussion

My people today

Speak softly

Looking at the ground, you see?

You invented this state

Invented by inventing

All of the darkness

You who invented sin But forgot to invent

Forgiveness

In spite of you

Tomorrow will be

Another day

I would like to know

Where you will hide

From that enormous joy

How will you ban

When a rooster insists

On crowing

New water flowing

And people loving each other

Without ceasing

Cuando llegue ese momento

Todo el sufrimiento

Cobraré seguro, juro

Todo ese amor reprimido

Ese grito mordido

Este samba en lo oscuro

Usted que inventó la tristeza

Tenga hoy la fineza

De desinventar

Usted va a pagar y bien pagada

Cada lágrima brotada

Desde mi penar

A pesar de usted

Mañana ha de ser

Otro día

Daría tanto por ver

Gracias a la vida

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro

Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco

Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado

Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho

Graba noche y días

Grillos y canarios, martillos, turbinas

Ladridos, chubascos

Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario

Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro Madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando

La ruta del alma del que estoy amando

When the moment comes

All the suffering

I’ll ask you to pay with interest

All this repressed love

This shout contained

This samba in the dark

You invented sadness

Have the finesse

To disinvent it

You will pay – and doubled

Every tear that fell

On my face

In spite of you

Tomorrow will be

Another day

I would give anything to see

Thanks to life, which has given me so much

It gave me two stars that when I open them Perfectly, I distinguish black from white

And in the high sky, its starry background

And in the crowds the man I love

Thanks to life, which has given me so much

He has given me the ear that in all its width

Records night and days

Crickets and canaries, hammers, turbines

barking, showers

And the tender voice of my beloved

Thanks to life, which has given me so much

It has given me the sound and the alphabet

With the words that I think and declare Mother, friend, brother and light shining

The route of the soul of the one I’m loving

Soy Pan, Soy Paz, Soy Mas

Yo soy, yo soy, yo soy

Soy agua, playa, cielo, casa, planta

Soy Mar Atlántico, viento y América

Soy un montón de cosas santas

Mezcladas con cosas humanas

Cómo te explico, cosas mundanas

Fui niño, cuna, teta, techo, manta

Más miedo, cuco, grito, llanto, raza

Después mezclaron las palabras

Y se escapaban las miradas

Algo pasó, no entendí nada

Vamos, decime contame

Todo lo que a vos te está pasando ahora

Porque si no, cuando está tu alma sola, llora Hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera

Nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera

Hablar mirándose los ojos Sacar lo que se puede afuera Para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas

Soy pan, soy paz, soy más

Soy lo que está por acá

No quiero más de lo que quieras darme hoy

Hoy se te da, hoy se te quita

Igual que con la margarita

Igual al mar, igual la vida, la vida, la vida

I am, I am, I am

I am water, beach, sky, house, plant

I am Atlantic sea, wind and America

I’m a bunch of holy things

Mixed with human things

How do I explain mundane things to you?

I was a child, cradle, breast, roof, blanket

More fear, cuckoo, scream, cry, breed

Then they mixed the words And the glances escaped

Something happened, I didn’t understand anything

Come on, tell me, tell me Everything that is happening to you now

Because if not, when your soul is alone, it cries You have to get it all out, like spring

Nobody wants something inside to die Talk looking into each other’s eyes Get what you can out

So that new things are born inside

I am bread, I am peace, I am more I am what is here

I don’t want more than you want to give me today

Today it is given to you, today it is taken away

Same as with the daisy

Equal to the sea, equal to life, life, life

By the Rivers of Babylon

By the rivers of Babylon, Where we sat down, And there we wept, when we remembered Zion. By the rivers of Babylon, Where we sat down,

And there we wept, when we remembered Zion. O, the wicked Carried us away; Captivity required from us a song. How can we sing King Alfa’s song in a strange land?

So let the words of our mouth and the meditations of our hearts

Be acceptable in thy sight, O, Fari!

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true

Someday I’ll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh, why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can’t I?

We Shall Overcome

We shall overcome, We shall overcome, We shall overcome some day; Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome some day.

We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace some day; Oh, deep in my heart , I do believe We shall live in peace some day.

We’ll walk hand in hand…

We will all be free…

We shall overcome…

2. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.

3. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom’s song: Let mortal tongues a wake, Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

4. Our father’s God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright with freedom’s holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!

Battle Hymn of the Republic

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terr-i- ble swift sword, His truth is march-ing on.

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2. (VERSE)

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I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps. They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on.

6. (CHORUS)

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4. (CHORUS)

By our Banner floating o’er us By the Eagle high above us, By the chains of those who love us, Yes we will meet you there.

5. (VERSE)

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When the traitor host shall seek us, When the rebel flag shall greet us, When they’re hoping to defeat us, Say, will you meet us then?

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7. (CHORUS)

BytheEagle-highabove-us,Bythechainsofthosewholoveus,Yes,wewillmeetyou

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He has sounded fresh the trumpet that shall never sound retreat, He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant my feet!

Our God is marching on.

By the blood of Ellsworth streaming, By the sword of Lytle gleaming, By our hope of vict’ry beaming, Yes, we will meet you then.

8. (CHORUS)

Glory! Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory, Hallelujah! The Union evermore!

Chorus

We Shall Overcome

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We shall o- ver- come. We shall o- ver- come. We shall o- ver- come some- day; Oh, deep in my heart, I do be- lieve We shall o- ver- come some- day.

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February 15-25

Boca Raton | Coral Gables | Ft. Lauderdale | Miami

Miami Beach | Naples

The Fountains of Israel

March 20-24

Coral Gables | Ft. Lauderdale | Miami | Miami Beach | Naples

Mid-Century Modern

April 25-28

Boca Raton | Coral Gables | Ft. Lauderdale | Naples

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3 concert subscriptions starting at $111 Single tickets start at $53

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This program was made possible by

Seraphic Fire recognizes its season sponsors, national sponsors, and institutional partners.

FOUNDER’S CIRCLE SPONSORS

NATIONAL SPONSORS

Robert R. Brinker & Nancy S. Fleischman

Martha R. Davis & Alix Ritchie

Jane Hurt

Meredyth Anne Dasburg Foundation

The Hutson-Wiley Echevarria Foundation

Mel VanderBrug

Seraphic Fire programming is made possible thanks to our institutional sponsors.

Seraphic Fire is sponsored by the Miami-Dade County Tourist Development Council, Miami-Dade County Department of Cultural Affairs and the Cultural Affairs Council, the Miami-Dade County Mayor and Board of County Commissioners; John S. and James L. Knight Foundation; the City of Miami Beach, Cultural Affairs Program, Cultural Arts Council; the City of Coral Gables; Coral Gables Community Foundation; The Dunspaugh-Dalton Foundation; Funding Arts Network; Funding Arts Broward; The Kirk Foundation, Peacock Foundation, Inc; Quest Foundation; P.L. Dodge Foundation; and Citizens Interested in Arts; the State of Florida, Department of State, Division of Arts and Culture, and the Florida Council on Arts and Culture, and the National Endowment for the Arts.

Seraphic Fire is funded by The Children’s Trust. The Trust is a dedicated source of revenue established by voter referendum to improve the lives of children and families in Miami-Dade County. Programs in Broward County are made possible with the support of the Broward County Cultural Division.