"Death Be Not Proud"
     John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure-- then, from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep passed, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.



In Memory Of.....

Kelly Cataro was a good friend of mine. She was a vivacious teen, always busy doing something. She greatly enjoyed life. She also displayed a strong Christian faith that encouraged my to keep my own faith strong. As her adopted "big sister" we had many fun times together that I'll never forget. I found Donne's poem to be especially appropriate for Kelly, especially the line that says "and soonest our best men with thee do go", in other words the good die young. It reminds me that she is safe in heavan, and that the grief is on our side, not hers.

Beky Sarver 





    If I die let it be with you,
    Hold me close whil the world closes in on me,
    Whisper my name as the darkness rises,
    And I fall into the dream that never ends.
                   Scott Urban
 
   Kelly was a sister to me. I loved her very much and reget not
 spending much time with her. She was a friend to the group that
 called ourselves the Horsemen: Mike, Faith, Kat, Mindel, and Beky.
 We shall not forget her. To find us at

Horseman Page 


   God bless Kelly's family, may she rest in peace.
                      Faith Sarver



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