There are two valleys of the shadowof death.
There is a place where the dusk opresses
like a sopping wool blanket.
It is winter in the desert.
I was there.
And I did not know
if I was thankful that those sheer cliffs
blotted it out, blotted most of it out.
Because If the pall it cast was this,
this terrible wieght,
what of the source of the shadow?
There are two valleys
of the shadow
They are located in precisely the same place
and yet they are not the same.
I am in the other one, now.
and I rejoice.
You are with me,
You will always be with me.
I see that there is something else that might be meant by
The Valley of the Shadow of Death.
Death has been made small
Death has been brought low
Death has been demoted;
it now bares a lower case “d”…
death is a shadow of what it once was,
and at the other side
of this valley
waits Life Eternal.