For Whom the Bell Tolls
Confined to a sickbed, the English poet John Donne penned his finest meditations on life and death.
Being confined to bed with a long illness need not be a burden. For , it became the occasion for a prolonged meditation on his own mortality, his brotherhood with his urban neighbors, and his desire for union with God.
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so …
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”