Posted this on my FB yesterday; it was the most appropriate piece I could come up with.
“Death is before me today:Like the recovery of a sick man,Like going forth into a garden after sickness.
Death is before me today:Like the odor of myrrh,Like sitting under a sail in a good wind.
Death is before me today:Like the course of a stream,Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.
Death is before me today:Like the home that a man longs to see,After years spent as a captive.”
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Neil Gaiman,
The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes and Nocturnes
“Death is before me today:Like the recovery of a sick man,Like going forth into a garden after sickness.
Death is before me today:Like the odor of myrrh,Like sitting under a sail in a good wind.
Death is before me today:Like the course of a stream,Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.
Death is before me today:Like the home that a man longs to see,After years spent as a captive.”
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Neil Gaiman,
The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes and Nocturnes