Monday, August 20, 2012


Life, be not proud.
For you can end at any moment.
At 20-odd weeks, without any signs of warning.
I'm thinking of you, brave friend, as I enter the period of your sudden tragedy.
Thank you for trusting us with your dark hour.

But death, be not proud.
For the perishable will be clothed with the imperishable, and
The mortal with immortality, and
The saying that is written HAS come true:

Death has been swallowed up
In victory.

Disclaimer--Sorry for the scare everyone.  This post is not about me, but a friend.


CP said...

I'm not sure what to make of this post. I hope everything is ok :( ...thinking of you!

Alice in Wonderland said...

Thanks, I should explain it's about a friend who miscarried late in her pregnancy. I'm esp thinking of her now as I enter into the week of her miscarriage. Life is so fragile.

Tammy said...

Phew...I'd been wondering the same thing. Okay, back to sending out girl vibes to the universe :)