Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy’or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Death be not proud because Joel will never end!
Joel will live on in his poems, in his words of wisdom. In his counsel that keeps on echoing in my head as anger, anxiety and depression fight for the same space. He will live on long as the people he has touched keep his memory alive, which we will do.
Joel will never end!
I am promised to see him again on that day. The day when our heavenly father will have me come home. I believe he has already put his writing skills into action and created a few lines to add to the angles’ worship songs for the King of kings.
So, death be not proud.
He will swallow up death forever,
And the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces;
The rebuke of His people
He will take away from all the earth;
For the LORD has spoken.
Nevender, you fought well. You fought hard. You persisted.
There was that time when you WhatsApped and said ‘what if today I let go, will you be alrite?’ I replied and said never in a million years. You then said, ‘yeah the timing is wrong today.’
The pain was overwhelming you used to say.
There was also that time you sent a message to the Team Review group and said you couldn’t feel your legs and it was so cold too. I went down on my knees and pleaded with God, I promised him a lot of things just so He could send you some warmth and release your legs. Next day, you said ‘I have known worse days’ and to me was an encouragement that you were better.
I have been trying to remember how we met, what really brought us together to no positive result. I have failed to recall. All I remember is that you were there and I was, then everything else fell into place. What I do remember was me making a lot of typos in my blogs and you offering to edit them before publishing alongside teaching me how to write better. You made me better at this thing I loved to do but was doing poorly. You sent me articles to read and book’s names to buy. You invited me to reading and writing sessions. You always had a way of making me feel proud of my writing improvement.
It looks like all the plans we had as Team Review, yours were the boom. Yet, you never disclosed them. Lyn left off to study in the US, I got married and now we know what yours were, to go meet Jesus.
I replied Lyn’s message about the important man she dreamt you working with but couldn’t remember his name, I said the man was Jesus.
To King Jesus, I was not ready but he is your son you had borrowed him to us. The pain was a lot, Lord. Thank you for resting him from this shithole called Earth and taking him where there is no pain, struggling nor fear.
Until that day
But at the moment, I am falling!