Holy Sonnet X
You only get to die once. Practice scorning death now so that you regard it with the proper contempt when the time comes.
March 18, 2020
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You only get to die once. Practice scorning death now so that you regard it with the proper contempt when the time comes.
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, our love shall live, and later life renew.
The sonnet form gives the poet precisely 140 syllables in which to make a point. One might think this would be limiting. Quite the opposite.
“God doth not need either man’s work or his own gifts; who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best.”
My students are learning about what it means to be human. What is worth living for? What is worth dying for?
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Son, your wife you shall not chide, nor call her by no vile name, for she that shall lie by your side, to call her wicked, it is your shame.
The Church has long found poetry to be the best means for speaking of and celebrating this great mystery of the two natures of Christ.
My friend, the things that do attain the happy life be these, I find…
As Christians, we educate our children so that they will learn to despise the fool’s gold of earth and store up treasures in heaven.