A Poem on Loss…

Posted by on Jun 19, 2012

There is the one poem I always turn to when I have lost someone that I love. It was written over a hundred years ago by Henry Scott Holland and when I read this poem and hold someone in my heart, I feel truth, comfort, and love. Perhaps you will, too.

 

Death is Nothing At All

 

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.

 

– Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral

 

2 Comments

  1. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

  2. You are very welcome, Allison.

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