I divested myself of despair <br />and fear when I came here. <br /> <br />Now there is no more catching <br />one's own eye in the mirror, <br /> <br />there are no bad books, no plastic, <br />no insurance premiums, and of course <br /> <br />no illness. Contrition <br />does not exist, nor gnashing <br /> <br />of teeth. No one howls as the first <br />clod of earth hits the casket. <br /> <br />The poor we no longer have with us. <br />Our calm hearts strike only the hour, <br /> <br />and God, as promised, proves <br />to be mercy clothed in light.<br /><br />Jane Kenyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notes-from-the-other-side/
