Death Be Not Proud by Phoenix

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: for those whom thou think’st thou does overthrow die not, poor Death: not yet canst thou kill me … —John Donne It is super cold. I’m walking in the snow, at a vigil for homeless folks who have lost their lives due to their harsh and unforgiving circumstances and living conditions. I’m cold and shivering, because I am walking in ankle-deep snow, and my shoes are getting soaked, caked with ice, making my feet frozen and stiff, as cold winds brush against my … Continue reading Death Be Not Proud by Phoenix