Thursday, March 31, 2005

Terri Schiavo 1964 - 2005

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
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.

From Holy Sonnets by John Donne

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6 comments:

Michelle said...

Ahem...

The only thing I care to comment on regarding this comment and that I would wholeheartedly agree...is that she is in a better place. There is definitly a reason to rejoice in that.

As far as the reading... Dang me! Very nice... ;)

SBB said...

Michelle, I deleted the comment you were responding to because I am not interested in any further debate on this. The commenter missed that I was simply mourning her death, not putting forth any particular issue. (And as I've said before, this blog is not a public forum. Debaters should drop by http://eruditeredneck.blogspot.com/where ER will be happy to see you.) But I wanted to explain because it left your comment hanging.

Thank you for the compliment on the reading.

Michelle said...

My apologies. It wasn't my intentions to do so. Which is why I didn't respond to anything presented.

Sorry.

SBB said...

Michelle, I didn't think you were. I was just explaining why I deleted the comment that you commented on just in case someone else read your comment and wondered what you were commenting on. Does that sentence make sense?

CrystalDiggory said...

Very nicely done.

Gloria Williams said...

TECH, thank you. This poem and listening to you read it touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes. But they were peaceful tears of acceptance of things I don't understand, but I don't have to because God does. Thank you again.