Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland 1847- 1918
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you used to.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no false air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household name it ever was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is not unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
"All is well."
Thank you to Rob at http://journals.aol.com/akasamdodsworth/LordIWasBornaRamblinSam/ who sent this poem to me after my father-in-law died. I thought it was so appropriate and lovely for today. I hope it blesses everyone that reads it like it blessed me and my family. I'll be taking all of your warm wishes and good thoughts with me today. Thank you so much!
5 comments:
its a beautiful peom
It's a lovely poem Kathy, I hope all goes well today. Jeannette xx
That's lovely
What a lovely poem. I thought of you today and sent prayers and good thoughts your way, I hope you felt them. I'm sure the service was lovely, but sad....I hope Den is okay, and you too. I wish I could have been there to help you out, but so glad your Mom was....give her a hug from me. I hope your Wednesday is peaceful, Kathy.....and that the healing process can begin for you both.
Pooh Hugs,
Linda~
That is so lovely ...Thinking of you .............Jan xx
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