Have you ever wondered what death will be like? I think most of us do. When I was in high school, we had to read William Cullen Bryant. The end of this poem forever changed the way I few death.
“So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”
Thanatopsis
William Cullen Bryant – 1794-1878
As I became a Christian, my few of death changed even more. Not that I’m in a hurry to die; my homes in heaven.
I’m not delusional enough to think death will be painless or even fun.
I have always felt like a stranger in a strange land. What a feeling it will be to go home.
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