John Donne- Death, be not proud
On the 22nd April 2018, I lost a dear friend. I am still in shock that you left us so soon. I also celebrate knowing that you gave your life to Christ and that you are enjoying with our Father in heaven. To think we met in 2016 when we worked as O-buddies. It was your crazy personality and bubbly character that drew us together. From then on we became sisters. How you’d stalk me on campus and then message me a few minutes later (lol)… All I have now are the memories, and I will hold onto them dearly… I miss you already my love. And so, Tati, I dedicate to you one of John Donne’s Holy Sonnet: Death, be not proud. Rest in peace princess.
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art 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.”