Why be afraid of death,
As though your life were breath?
Death but anoints your eyes
with clay. O glad surprise.
Why should ye be forlorn?
Death only husks the corn.
Why should you fear to meet
The thresher of the wheat?
Is sleep a thing to dread?
Yet sleeping you are dead
Till you awake and rise,
Here, or beyond the skies.
Why should it be a wrench
To leave your wooden bench!
Why not, with hap...
A day dawns, quite like other days; in it, a single hour comes, quite like other hours; but in that day and in that hour the chance of a lifetime faces us.
Be on the lookout for mercies. The more we look for them, the more of them we will see. Better to lose count while naming your blessings than to lose your blessings to counting your troubles.
