time for a respite

I’ve been battling influenza and pneumonia, and have therefore not be vertical enough to post anything in recent days. I think I’ve turned a corner, however, and should be back within a few days. If you pray for me, pray for my wife as well — she’s battling a stomach bug, caring for me, and our two small attention-hungry kids.

In my attempt to push through the fog that is prescription cough syrup, I’ve been trying to work crossword puzzles and read. I came across this anonymously written poem today and for reasons which need no explanation it resonated with my present state of mind, though perhaps with a bit of hyperbole.

Death

O death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

Alone in prison strong
I wait my destiny.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

Farewell, my pleasures past,
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torments so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell;
Rung is my doleful knell;
For the sound of my death doth tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

I read somewhere recently that optimism may be naive, but pessimism is atheistic. Given how frail this sickness has made me feel, I’m quite content to be naive. See you in a few days.

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