I am only writing this today because it’s the holidays coming and my heart goes out to my girls friend and brother who was killed by his Uncle 2 months ago, along with his 13 year old sister, the killer then killed himself. A senseless family issue that will never be resolved. I wanted to honor Andrea McCellan in Norcross, GA and pray his family that survived finds strength in their pain during the holidays coming up. God Bless you!
Death be not proud
by John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.