Pool Must Wait (Die, Dead Horse, Die!)

[s~Z]

Just noticed this Slothropian anthem regarding Death and the nature thereof:

Adieu my dear friends, I have come to this grave
Where Insatiate death in his reaping hath brought me.
Till Christ rise again all His children to save,
I must lie, as His Word in the Scriptures hath taught me.
Mark, Reader, my cry! Bend thy thoughts on the Sky,
And in midst of prosperity, know thou may'st die.
While the great Loom of God works in darkness above,
And our trials here below are but threads of His Love.
(GR27)

Imagine this as the message from an army-chaplain to the troops in the
STREETS paragraph, and the narrative reference to the soldiers who are dead
now standeth not in contrast to the consolation thus offered. The hymn doth
share with the STREETS section a notable contrast between the hope of
salvation and the death-dealing darkness being woven above.

I do find it consoling that even the cantankerous bickering here on P-List
below are but threads of His Love.

Selah.