All Is Well, Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918

I remember redaing this poem more than ten years ago but to this day i remember it. for some reason it has remained stuck in my mind. Even though i think it was written form a child's perspective i think its very simple and comforting to those left behind. I think this is how i'd like to be remembered when i finally answer the last Go'ds call.

All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
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.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it 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 around the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St Paul 's Cathedral
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31-35
Aug 3, 2010