This is one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems. The imagery and symbolism are powerful. In February of 2015, we thought Death was stopping for my mother as she was released from ICU into hospice care at home. I remember asking the nurse how long she had left. Her response was "It's anybody's guess."
This is she shortly after coming home:
And here she is last Sunday, welcoming Dad home from early church:
The hospital bed is gone, and new flooring is in. Death didn't stop his carriage at this house; He kept on going.