Swell Not, Death Poem by Hannington Mumo

Swell not death though many your mention fear,
Many undeserving names have been wasted on you:
The Most Dreaded, The End, The Final Fate, The Here!
But these titles cannot belong to a powerless thing like you.

An agent of transition, a servant of the Eternal Glory,
That's meant the just a rest to give and for true servants
To heave a breath before the conferment of laurels;
Such a divine thing is what you actually are!

So boast alone to the unknowing heathens
Who understand not their Master's designs;
Of his love that surpasses the earth and the heavens,
And that obliterates the curse of our unfortunate fates.

So come you minion agent when my Master sends,
And forward me to his bosom when my mortal vocation ends!