Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Our Honor and Pleasure

Dear Voices,

When I was much younger, I used to sit in dread fear, at funerals; for the folks who choked and stammered out their eulogies; the pitiful bereaved who sang their songs and read their poems, saying final goodbyes to their beloveds.  How could they face all these people in their deepest sorrow?  So raw, so vulnerable; where did they find this courage? 

A little window opened for me, many years ago now, in my grief, and I saw that it was an honor and a privilege to be the voice of our farewells.  To be left as the ones that remain is our duty.

Sing, then, for Pete Seeger, as an honor, a privilege, and a pleasure.  And if you won't have a hammer, if you refuse action, then read about his remarkable life.