Notes From The Other Side

I divested myself of despair
and fear when I came here.

Now there is no more catching
one's own eye in the mirror,

there are no bad books, no plastic,
no insurance premiums, and of course

no illness. Contrition
does not exist, nor gnashing

of teeth. No one howls as the first
clod of earth hits the casket.

The poor we no longer have with us.
Our calm hearts strike only the hour,

and God, as promised, proves
to be mercy clothed in light.

by Jane Kenyon

Comments (2)

She does not ask for pity and is rather pitiless in her description of death here... death is as much a part of life as birth and she does not give it extra publicity here- she turns instead to God who has kept His promise and clothed her in mercy and light.
My friend, who passed this week Smiles between the lines Of death defined in Notes from the Other Side. Only Jane Kenyon could Capture these images Of life and death so fine.