Last Thursday, we lost a beautiful person in the mother of one of my best friends, Liz. Janet was a star, from her Broadway musical days to what she did for her family and her church. I get chills every time I hear the story of her parents meeting – she, singing the national anthem on the sidelines of Tulane while he, a former football star, coached. They met on the sidelines and were engaged 2 weeks later despite both having boyfriends/girlfriends at the time, and were married 35 years – they always were an example of love, commitment and celebrated all joys of life and family.
The service was one of the most personal and special I’d been to. Below is a poem Liz’s father chose – so appropriate for the artist and appreciator of life that she was.
When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted
When Earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!
And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets’ hair;
They shall find real saints to draw from — Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!