How Did You Die?

I came across this poem the other day and found it very thought provoking. Although there's not many Spiritual references in it, I think there's something to be learned from it about the value of persistence, and there's definitely spiritual application about the meaning of life.



Reminds me of this passage.

 "Then Peter said unto him, Lord, speakest thou this parable unto us, or even to all? And the Lord said, Who then is that faithful and wise steward, whom his lord shall make ruler over his household, to give them their portion of meat in due season? Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing. Of a truth I say unto you, that he will make him ruler over all that he hath. But and if that servant say in his heart, My lord delayeth his coming; and shall begin to beat the menservants and maidens, and to eat and drink, and to be drunken; The lord of that servant will come in a day when he looketh not for him, and at an hour when he is not aware, and will cut him in sunder, and will appoint him his portion with the unbelievers. And that servant, which knew his lord's will, and prepared not himself, neither did according to his will, shall be beaten with many stripesBut he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." Luke 2:42-48

 How Did You Die?

 By Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful? 
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful? 
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, 
Or a trouble is what you make it, 
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, 
But only how did you take it? 

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that! 
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat, 
But to lie there-that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye! 
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts; 
It's how did you fight-and why? 

And though you be done to the death, what then? 
If you battled the best you could, 
If you played your part in the world of men, 
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce, 
And whether he's slow or spry, 
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, 
But only how did you die? 




What did you think of this poem? How did it impact you?


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