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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


A Thought for a Lonely Death-Bed (1845)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Written at the request of my friend Miss Cockell, to whom it is inscribed

If God compel thee to this destiny,
To die alone,—with none beside thy bed
To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,—
Pray then alone,—“O Christ, come tenderly!
By thy forsaken Sonship—and the red
Drear wine-press,—and the wilderness out-spread,—
And the lone garden where thine agony
Fell bloody from thy brow,—by all of those
Permitted desolations, comfort mine!
No earthly friend being near me, interpose
No deathly angel ’twixt my face and Thine,
But stoop Thyself to gather my life’s rose,
And smile away my mortal to Divine!”


But even the worst decisions we make don't necessarily remove us from the circle of humanity.
— Wes Moore, The Other Wes Moore