A REBIRTH OF WONDER -- DEATH AND LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

In A Coney Island of the Mind, San Francisco poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti wrote of a search for a rebirth of wonder.* It's out there - that wonder -- sometimes in the strangest places.

Here is what I know: Some things in life surprise us -- not with shock but with wonder. Today we flew to Boston for Rick's dad's funeral. It was a beautiful day - sunny and almost as warm as spring. With Rick and me traveled not only our remarkable rabbi, but also two of Rick's dearest friends. Despite the mid-week madness of Washington, they had chosen to leave their work and fly north to support us. In addition, the sisters of two friends unable to come arrived as their surrogates. That was the first wondrous thing.

An Orthodox funeral is deceptively simple. The coffin is a plain pine box held together with pegs. As it leaves the hearse it is borne by the mourners to its place over the grave. On the way, Psalm 91 is recited and the procession stops seven times. Once the coffin - reverently referred to as the "aron" is in place, the service proceeds.

With our rabbi leading the service, each step along the way was accompanied by warm and loving exposition: Why do we do this? -- How should we participate? -- What is the blessing of bearing the aron and seeing to its burial? As he led the prayers and answered these questions, it was with such love and individuality that participation became a privilege and a comfort. That is the second wondrous thing.

As the service moved toward conclusion the rabbi explained the final act. We, not the cemetery employees, would bury the coffin - my husband's father. One by one, we took up the shovels and poured earth into the grave. Not until the grave was full and the coffin covered did we leave... and then, all those in attendance formed a double line so that Rick and his brother could pass through, moving from the funeral to the initial mourning period, or Shiva.

This last, loving duty is perhaps the most remarkable of what an Orthodox Jewish funeral offers mourners. At the funerals of each of my parents, way before we moved into this new life, the cemetery distributed little envelopes of "dirt from Israel" which attendees dropped on the coffin. We all left then, and the cemetery employees finished the job.

I told my sister about the custom that mourners fill the grave, thinking that she, who is not thrilled with our decision to live a more observant life, would be appalled. Instead, she said "That's so great - leaving them covered and at peace. I felt so badly leaving Daddy there so exposed...." That's probably the most critical. Imagine the difference, at the close of such a painful day, filled with loss and grief, if you knew you'd bid a farewell that leaves your loved one cared for and at peace. Imagine, too, that those you love - beloved friends and family members - have all left a part of themselves there in the grave; that the final resting place includes their loving labor. That's the final wondrous thing.

We're nowhere near the Age of Wonder, that's for sure. But we are occasionally given a peek. Today the window opened and a bit emerged -- not quite a rebirth but present nonetheless -- just enough to help us see what's possible. If that's not wonder, I don't know what is.

*I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

Comments

[Jill]

beautiful, Cindy!

[Lori]

What a loving ceremony. Burying my grandparents was one of the hardest things I've ever done, and like your sister, leaving them exposed just made it worse. This Minnesota Lutheran will be talking to her family about borrowing this tradition/custom.

[Ilana-Davita]

This is really one of the most wonderful things, and one that never ceases to amaze, me about Judaism: the way it helps us deal and come to terms with so many things in our lives and in such a "human" way.
I lost a brother three years ago and the laws of mourning helped me a great deal then and still do around the time of his yahrzeit, when his absence is more strongly felt.
You really seem to have a great rabbi.