Death—I gave it little thought,
Yet He, kindly, thought of me.
Nestled within my frame
From the cradle to the grave,
Together on life’s path
Toward eternity.
Through the heights and through the depths,
In days of good and days of ill,
He was my constant companion.
In the sunlight, my shadow;
In my joys, my fears.
But now, at the end of my life’s journey,
He is my friend, bestowing peace and rest on me.
GKC 2026
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
He Kindly stopped for me
Emily Dickinson
