Memento Mori
A Poem Of Remembrance
Memento Mori, ‘To This Favour’ by William Michael Harnett (1848–1892)
Memento Mori
Do not forget
those gnarly saints
whose own service
risked fire and sword,
whose backs knew scourge
of tyrant’s whip,
whose mouths wheezed praise
as blood escaped
staining ground yet
seeding life with
every choking
defiant breath.
Comfy devotions,
morning coffees
won by martyrs
who knew comfort not.
Christ! Do not forget.
Friend—do not forget—
Remember
you must die.
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— Matthew 16:24–25 (ESV)