Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" is one of the most covered songs of the 20th century. While Jeff Buckley and Rufus Wainwright have each recorded stunning versions of Hallelujah, my favorite remains the quiet, gravely, prayer-like version recorded by Leonard Cohen himself.
Listening to Hallelujah, I imagine a man staring into the abyss and wondering why we are here in the first place. It's a song that I also associate with great love and even greater loss. My children have played it at the funerals of their grandparents, and I play it when I visit my parents' graves. Often I find myself thinking about the lyrics of Hallelujah as I pray by their graveside.
In this small series, I've shared what it is that I see when I circle my parents' gravestones and wonder about their legacy and my own fading memories.In these memories, the images are devoid of color and are as brittle as a winter's day.While the cemetery where my parents are laid to rest has well-defined rows and sections, the way I see it is circular and off-kilter, with a feeling of unfinished business each time I leave their graves behind.