Before the mountains were brought forth, before
Earth and the world were made, then God was God:
And God will still be God, when flames shall roar
Round earth and heaven dissolving at His nod:
And this God is our God, even while His rod
Of righteous wrath falls smiting sore:
And this God is our God for evermore
Thro’ life, thro’ death, while clod returns to clod.
For tho’ He slays us we will trust in Him;
We will flock home to Him by divers ways:
Yea, tho’ He slay us we will vaunt His praise,
Serving and loving with the Cherubim,
Watching and loving with the Seraphim,
Our very selves His praise thro’ endless days.
Did they love on and cling together still,
Forgiving one another all that ill
The twain had wrought on such a different wise?
She propped upon his strength, and he in guise
Of lover tho’ of lord, girt to fulfil
Their term of life and die when God should will;
Lie down and sleep, and having slept arise.
Boast not against us, O our enemy!
Today we fall, but we shall rise again;
We grope today, tomorrow we shall see:
What is today that we should fear today?
A morrow cometh which shall sweep away
Thee and thy realm of change and death and pain.
~(Christina Rossetti, from a Double Sonnet of Sonnets)~
All shall be well, and all shall be most well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
O Lord, have mercy upon us.
The last enemy to be defeated is death.
(I Corinthians 15:26)