Heres Hyperboles version of this powerful metaphysical poem about the one thing we can be certain to meet oneday in this life..Death the great equaliser for underneath our earthly desires and vain beauty we are just flesh and bone..oneday to be dust our lifes spirit to be cast adrift once again, a miniscule fragment of the universes infinite energy and to re-enter the cosmos's eternal regeneration process...and heres the link (no not to the hereafter ha ha)to the page with the sound file..

Death thou wast once by George Herbert 1593 - 1633 (sound poem)


Regards..

Jim clark...

All rights are reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark/Willpower/aka Hyperbole 2002

Death
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder grones;
Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.

For we consider'd thee as at some six
Or ten yeares hence,
After the loss of life and sense,
Flesh being turn'd to dust, and bones to sticks.

We lookt on this side of thee, shooting short;
Where we did finde
The shells of fledge souls left behinde,
Dry dust, which sheds no tears, but may extort.

But since our Saviours death did put some bloud
Into thy face;
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for, as a good.

For we do now behold thee gay and glad,
As at dooms-day;
When souls shall wear their new aray,
And all thy bones with beautie shall be clad.

Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust
Half that we have
Unto an honest faithfull grave;
Making our pillows either down, or dust.

George Herbert