At a Country Funeral
Two of my friends have lost close relatives in the past few days. It calls to mind the following excerpt from “At a Country Funeral” by Wendell Berry.
What we owe the future
is not a new start, for we can only begin
with what has happened. We owe the future
the past, the long knowledge
that is the potency of time to come.
That makes of a man’s grave a rich furrow.
rest in peace, Bro. Al Bond and Mr. Neprud