Lines of Care and Compassion From the Beloved To the Tormented

My dear, the one whom rest eludes; whence comes to you spirits at night, these specters that harass your mood and plague you when out are the lights? Is there no pill or wonder drug that eases you like a friend's hug? From eve to eve you are beset; and assailed by your dreams and fear of the Reaper's looming onset, which prompt your nightmares every year. Like your nightmares, nights annoy you, then irk, vex, and thus destroy you. The Angel of Death's ghostly presence disturbs your rest though you protest; it reaves from you the assurance that you are safe and not unblest. But, my dear, I am here to tell you,—that for you there's no death knell; that you're beyond the reach of Death: for God safeguards you forever, and gives you life with every breath, so that Death harms you never, ever! And know that I'll be here to defend you for all time until Time's sure end.