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
recognize, but do not wish
to know.
But death is not a thing in
itself, but a stage in the
journey of life, through which
we must pass.
It may come swiftly and catch
us unaware, or slowly with
leaden feet, but death comes
to all who live, and in so doing
heightens the understanding
of the one we know.