Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Wednesday Words - Death Be Not Proud
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
"Holy Sonnets: Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne (1572-1631) from Selected Poems: John Donne (Penguin). Today's post is dedicated to friends Paul and Donna with love and prayers from all of us at Valley Christian Church.