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A Note from the Poet
Dear Reader,
Since my mother went Home, I have found myself writing again and again about the triumph waiting for the true believer. These sonnets rose from that hope: that death is not a long night, but only a change of breath—one still drawn on earth, the next already before the Throne. I offer them in gratitude, in sorrow, and in triumphant joy, knowing we do not grieve as those who have no hope.
—The Poet
1 Thessalonians 4:13–14
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
There is no sting. The Christian does not die
so much as change the air that fills the lung.
One breath is dust; the next, a brighter sky
already singing what the grave unsung.
The body drops its borrowed coat of clay;
the soul steps through as through an opened door.
No interval of dark, no wandering way—
earth’s final gasp is Heaven’s corridor.
Death comes like thunder that has lost its crack,
a shadow startled by too sudden sun.
The stone rolls inward on an empty track;
the race is finished ere it is begun.
O Death, thy needle snaps against the bone.
We breathe once here—and wake before the Throne.
Corinthians 15:55–57
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
If you later want one more on a separate page, not under this poem:
John 11:25–26
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?
**To God be the glory always and only.
