Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Death

Over the past several days, Andrew Sullivan, a Christian, has
published several thoughtful posts and readers' letters on what
atheists think of death. Here is a poem by John Masefield:

There, on the darkened deathbed, dies the brain
That flared three several times in seventy years;
It cannot lift the silly hand again,
Nor speak, nor sing, it neither sees nor hears.
And muffled mourners put it in the ground
And then go home, and in the earth it lies,
Too dark for vision and too deep for sound,
The million cells that made a good man wise.
Yet for a few short years an influence stirs,
A sense or wraith or essence of him dead,
Which makes insensate things its ministers
To those beloved, his spirit's daily bread;
Then that, too, fades; in book or deed a spark
Lingers, then that, too, fades; then all is dark.

See http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/

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