The words of this poem give me some peace at times like these. I hope they do the same for you.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
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 that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland
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This brought me to tears. Thank you so much for sharing this morning.
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we were told yesterday at lunch in our staff room. My class had just enjoyed making their little graham cracker gingerbread houses. Such a sad day for those families. My prayers are with them. What a lovely poem, very moving and fitting :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tribute, though I admit I had an "ugly cry" reading this. Thank you for sharing.
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Hello Mrs Sykes
Tears, again. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteJill
Absolutely beautiful.
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