Let Your Light Shine
Remarks by James Oaksun
In Memory of Judith Dompkowski Ph.D.
Burchfield Penney Art Center
Buffalo, New York
August 21, 2010
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
The words of Tennyson, 1889.
Well, I do have to admit to a great deal of “sadness of farewell”. I miss her every day.
Tennyson explained, “The Pilot has been on board all the while, but in the dark I have not seen him… [He is] that Divine and Unseen Who is always guiding us.”
That may be. And so I want to speak a moment of darkness… and of light… and of art.
When the Great Teacher – no, not my Mom, another great teacher – spoke on the Mount, He said:
Ye are the light of the world.
A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid.
Neither do men light a candle,
and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick;
and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
Let your light so shine before men,
that they may see your good works….
Of all the many lessons I learned from my Mom… there is one in particular I will always carry with me.
Her voice rings in my ears, even today: “Don’t hide your light under a bushel basket.”
But that is what I did.
For years, I hid from myself, I hid from the world… and I hid from all of you. That was wrong.
But my Mom was all about the light. My favorite room in her home was her living room. It had exposure to south and west, and I always remember it being filled with light.
Even in the winter evenings… with the fire in the fireplace that my Mom liked so much… there was light.
But of course the brightest light of all, was the light that my Mom cast herself.
She brought so much light to my world, and I know to many of you here, as well. And the best way I can honor her, in the time I have left here, is to make sure my light is always shining bright.
So ask yourself: Where is your light? Are you hiding your light from yourself, from the world, from all of us?
Isn’t it about time for your light to shine before all?
Let that be what you remember my Mom telling us. Her light will shine bright before me, the rest of my days.
So yes, I am sad that my Mom is no longer here physically. But I know her spirit is free – free of the room and bed to which she was confined at the end; free of the body that had failed her.
And I know that whatever light I am able to cast… my Mom will be nearby.
Something tells me she’ll like that.
And now, given where we are… a word about art… in all its forms.
You know, there is a difference between math and art.
Building a fortune? That’s a matter of math. But building a life? That, is a matter of art.
Shortly before he died, a friend of mine wrote:
“Life is about the art. What does your canvas look like? What kind of picture are you painting?
“Take your time, make bold strokes, use brilliant colors, and make of your life
the most beautiful masterpiece that you can.”
Today, in this place that celebrates art, we celebrate my Mom’s life. Her work of art. And a beautiful work it was.
Let us all remember… and enjoy. And think about our own works of art.
And if we can leave here dedicated to making our own brush strokes a little better, a little brighter… I know my Mom will be cheering us on.
Some of you know, one of my mom’s professional interests was the literature of the Holocaust. So I thought it would be appropriate to end my remarks by reciting the traditional prayer of mourning.
He who makes peace in the heavenly heights, may he bring peace upon us all. Amen.
Goodnight Mom. “And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
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Translation of Mourner’s Kaddish:
May the great Name of God be exalted and sanctified, throughout the world, which he has created according to his will. May his kingship be established in your lifetime and in your days, and in the lifetime of the entire household of Israel, swiftly and in the near future; and say, Amen.
May his great name be blessed, forever and ever.
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled, honored elevated and lauded be the name of the holy one, Blessed is he above and beyond any blessings and hymns, praises and consolations which are uttered in the world; and say Amen.
May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and life, upon us and upon all Israel; and say, Amen.


