death, be not proud.

i do not have words of my own to express what im feeling & thinking today. these bits and pieces describe it far better.

"death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: for those who thou think'st thou dost overthrow die not, poor death; not yet canst thou kill me. from rest and sleep, which but thy picture be, much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow; and soonest our best men with thee do go - rest of their bones and souls' delivery! thou'rt 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!"

---john donne

"but christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. for since death came through a man, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a man. for as in adam all die, so in christ all will be made alive."
--1 corinthians 15:20-22