Mikko Louhivuori In Memoriam

Mikko Louhivuori

This morning, my uncle Rev. Dr. Mikko Louhivuori, was called into glory following a lengthy and painful illness. In the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead, I re-post this magnificent stand against the Christ-emptied power of death.

Holy Sonnet X

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

John Donne (1609)

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