A writing about death

eath 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 which you always used. Put no
difference in your tone, wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.


Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the
household word that it always 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 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 round the corner..All is well.


Henry Scott Holland-1847-1918
Canon of St. Pauls Cathedral
London, England


Praise be to our Lord Jesus, and God the Father





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