Thanatopsis - a strange evening

"Thanatopsis" translated as - a contemplation of death - or - death, the sight of it.

Just after speaking with my mother-in-law on the phone, this is the poem my tutoring client needed help with. How overwhelming. How perfectly fitted to my day.We read the poem. We pulled out its Romantic, semi-pantheistic message. "Don't be afraid of death, because in the end we become the trees and the grass just like everyone before and after us." Empty.

We were packing up when explosions rocked the cafe. We rushed outside to disover the cause of it and bask under Chunukah fireworks.

I drove home to contemplate Thanatopsis.

Praise God that "our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."

And "so will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body."

Praise God that "though the wages of sin are death, the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord," and that "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive them," "He cleanses us from all unrighteousness," and "He goes to prepare a place for us, that where He is we may be also." "He is not slow as some count slowness, but is patient that none may be lost."




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