“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.” WantStillsSoulLyingNamesWaterLordPathGreenSakeMy SoulRighteousnessShepherdsPasturesStill WatersShadow Of DeathGrieving PoemsFuneral CardGreen Pastures Author:David
“Down you go, but all the while you feel suspended and buoyed as you somersault in slow motion like a somnolent tumbler pigeon, and sprawl supine on the eiderdown of the air, or lazily turn to embrace your pillow, enjoying every last instant of soft, deep, death-padded life, with the earth's green see-saw now above, now below, and the voluptuous crucifixion, as you stretch yourself in the growing rush, in the nearing swish, and then your loved body's obliteration in the Lap of the Lord.” FeelsBodyEarthLastsTurnsEnjoyLordSawsGrowingAirGreenEmbraceInstantLapPillowSuspendedCrucifixionPigeonsSlow MotionVoluptuous Author:Vladimir Nabokov