In The Presence Of Death
In the presence of death
we stand awkward, and ill at ease;
For death is a well-known stranger
whom we recognise, but do not wish to know;
But death is not a thing in itself,
but a stage in the journey of life,
through which all must pass.
It may come swiftly and catch us unawares,
or slowly with leaden feet;
but death comes to all who live,
and in so doing heightens the understanding of the one we know.