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.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.

by Henry Scott Holland

Comments (148)

well penned dearHenry remembered my mom and dad when I read it10
Poem read at Daddy’s funeral.
Let us hope what u say is true.
if only this were true! i happen to not believe in an afterlife, or Christ as the Son of God. i used to believe....50 years ago. 'Tis very nicely written, and EXCEPT for the religious tone, i agree with your advice. but, if the absent one is a (dead) husband, and the widow remarries, won't a new husband be, perhaps, bothered when he daily hears his new wife talking to her dead husband? ? ! to MyPoemList. bri (: maybe i'll use in a showcase some month.
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