John Tavener, one of the leading British composers of our times, passed away on November 12. I will write more on his music in the future; today, I would like to post a moving account of his funeral which took place at Winchester, last week. John Tavener was an Orthodox Christian, so this was a Orthodox funeral service - one of the most beautiful services of the Orthodox Church.
A good friend of mine, James Heywood, happened to be there (he actually chanted at the service), and sent me the following - for which I am deeply thankful:
On a gloomy day, just right for a funeral,
in the enormous gothic building – “a liturgy in stone,” as the Dean of
Winchester called it – 700 people have gathered to bid farewell to Sir John
Tavener on his journey to the Kingdom.
Facing them at the head of the nave, the
Cathedral Choir in red cassocks and white surplices, sing pieces by composers
including Tavener, their rich, Western sound filling the vast space. In front
of the choir, Archbishop Gregorios of Thyateira and Great Britain, who will
celebrate the Orthodox funeral, is seated on a throne looking over the waiting
catafalque and down the nave. Around him stand Archimandrite Ephrem Lash, Fr
Alexander Fostiropoulos, another priest from London and a deacon, their richly
coloured vestments contrasting with the simple white of the Dean of Winchester,
seated to one side. Below the Archbishop, the three cantors, led by Dr
Alexander Lingas, wait in black rasa next to the catafalque.
The West Door opens, and Sir John in his
coffin is borne in, followed by his wife and children. The cantors begin to
chant the Thrice-Holy Hymn, “Holy God, Holy Strong, Holy Immortal, have mercy
on us.” The coffin is placed on the catafalque. The extended meditation on
death, bereavement, salvation and resurrection that is an Orthodox funeral is
under way. “Blameless on the road, Alleluia.” “Your hands made me and fashioned
me.” “I have gone astray like a lost sheep.” “Blessed are you, O Lord, teach me
your statutes.” The voices of the three cantors, alternating Greek and English,
twine the ancient Byzantine melodies round the hearts of the mourners –
melodies so familiar to the Orthodox, but thrillingly strange and new to the
many others present.
After the Evlogitaria, the Choir takes over
to sing the Kontakion (“With the saints giver rest, O Christ, to the soul of
your servant”) and the Ikos, to Sir John’s own settings of Russian melodies.
Then the cantors sing the Idiomela in the eight tones, and the Choir the
Beatitudes. It is a wondrous coming together of East and West, occasioned by
this great Englishman, who embraced the Orthodox faith, and whose music then so
touched the hearts of many in both East and West that they have come in their
hundreds to mourn his passing.
The Apostle, read in English by Alexander
Lingas, exorts us not to grieve “like the rest who have no hope.” The Gospel,
read in Greek by the Archbishop and then in English the Dean of Winchester,
assures us that “the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God, and those who
have heard will live.” The Prayer of Absolution (“O Lord of spirits and of all
flesh …”) and the dismissal lead to the singing of Eternal Memory.
Then, as the cantors chant, “Come, let us
give the final kiss, brethren, to the dead”, the most remarkable scene of the
whole occasion unfolds. First, Lady Tavener and her three children come forward
to give their final kiss to their beloved husband and father. (The coffin is
closed, as so often these days.) Little Orlando has to be
lifted up to reach the top of his father’s coffin. Following them comes the
lady representing the Prince of Wales. After her, the Mayor of Winchester. But
then every one of the 700 people present files up, a seemingly endless line of
figures in black, all slowly but patiently taking their turn to give their personal
valediction to the one that they have loved and honoured in his life. The
Orthodox among them naturally know what to do, crossing themselves and kissing
the Gospel book, the cross and the ikon on top of the coffin, bowing to the
Archbishop. Of the rest, less confident, most copy them. Young and old, famous
and ordinary, Orthodox, Protestant, even Muslim, do not hold back. It is clear
that Sir John had many friends and admirers, who were touched not only by his
music and his personality, but also by his Orthodoxy.
It takes a long time, but eventually, all
have paid their respects. The Choir sing their final pieces, several by Sir
John himself. There is an Anglican hymn, “Of the Father’s love begotten”, which
all join in with, the coffin is lifted and turned towards the west, the
procession forms up and Sir John moves off towards his burial, the cantors
chanting once again with the angelic choirs, “Holy God”.
The hearse moves away, with the family and
close friends and the Archbishop and clergy, to the burial in Sir John’s
village of Child Okeford in Dorset. The cantors and the Choir return to
everyday dress and start for home. The last mourners issue into the chilly,
damp air. The waiting tourists are free to enter and wonder at the great
Cathedral – perhaps to be touched by the echo of what has just taken place in
it.