I’m glad you’re here;
I guess I’m not.
I’d like a private gathering
of family, friends and neighbors
probably at home but with
someone from St. Philips attending.
Above all, I’d like music quietly in the background.
Shouldn’t have any trouble with that.
A flurry of second movements would do.
Barber violin concerto and the Adagio for Strings,
the sublime Mozart K. 595 in B-flat
and the Fauré Pié Jesu.
During the food,
and God I hope there’s drinks.
“In the continuum of endless time,
sins may not be forgotten,
but surely…they are forgiven.”
Maybe folks could sing or hum
Brother James’s Air.
Someone might read First Timothy 3:16
and First Corinthians 12:4-13.
I’d like my kids to read
a poem of mine they like
and Leigh to say one of her own.
I want to leave something of my years
to my children, my dissertation, poems,
some things that last beyond mourning tears.
Above all, I wish I could leave all of you my faith
a faith that believes that something continues
like the molecules of which we’re composed,
changed, inexorably, but still part of this universe
and whatever order God comprises.
And finally to my kids I’d like to leave courage,
independence, the heart to let good memories
bury bad ones, to find things to do
and to depend on one another if that helps
Because, as I have loved you,
you love one another too.