The Past

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The debt is paid,
     The verdict said,
     The Furies laid,
     The plague is stayed.
     All fortunes made;
     Turn the key and bolt the door,
     Sweet is death forevermore.
     Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin,
     Nor murdering hate, can enter in.
     All is now secure and fast;
     Not the gods can shake the Past;
     Flies-to the adamantine door
     Bolted down forevermore.
     None can reënter there,—
     No thief so politic,
     No Satan with a royal trick
     Steal in by window, chink, or hole,
     To bind or unbind, add what lacked,
     Insert a leaf, or forge a name,
     New-face or finish what is packed,
     Alter or mend eternal Fact.

By Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at ray.brese@gmail.com.

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