JT and Carly sing one of my favorite goodbye prayers: my late sister, Linda, asked me to sing this at her son's funeral (he was only 5) as we were both James Taylor junkies - and two years later I sang it at her funeral, too. This John Updike poem, "Evening Concert, Sainte-Chapelle" comes to mind:
The celebrated windows flamed with light
we rustled into place. Then violins
vaunting Vivaldi's strident strength,
then Brahms,
seemed to suck with their passionate sweetness,
bit by bit, the vigor from the red,
the blazing blue, so that the listening eye
seemed to suck with their passionate sweetness,
bit by bit, the vigor from the red,
the blazing blue, so that the listening eye
saw suddenly the thick black lines, in shapes
of shield and cross and strut and brace, that held the holy glowing fantasy together.
The music surged; the glow became a milk,
a whisper to the eye, a glimmer ebbed
until our beating hearts, our violins
were cased in thin but solid sheets of lead.
Blessings to you all... more later.
I'm sorry to hear of the sad reason for your change in plans. I trust you will feel the surrounding comfort of the Holy One during this time when the veil gets thin between places of now and that which is 'more'.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about your mother-in-law! Our prayers are with all of you.
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