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Death Is Nothing At All

Death Is Nothing At All

Poem By Henry Scott Holland

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.

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Comments (187)

Kate would like others to think of her this way.
To those who believe in the afterlife, this is a marvelous poem full of hope and positive thinking To those who don`t, still they can enjoy this piece and think that life is what we make of it and the thing is to try to live it good and to the fullest extend.
I love this paragraph: Life means all that it ever meant...There is absolute unbroken continuity. The words are beautiful, intuitive and insightful.
Never death is nothing at all, dear when the times of food end that time for death, god knows about everything I am poet I can understand you but my right is teach what wrong, so I teach you but I could not level of you, your poem in top of hots poems congratulation dear poet..Abdul Qayyum Mulla
Good take on a view of death.. always have hope!