Death is nothing at all...










I have only slipped away




into the next room...







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.






Laugh as we always laughed




at the little jokes we enjoyed together...






Play,




smile,




think of me,




pray for me.






Let my name be the household word


it always was....




Let it be spoken without effort.




Life means all that it ever meant.


It is the same as it ever was;


there is absolutely unbroken continuity.





Why should I be out of your mind

because I am out of your 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 before --






only better,





infinitely happier




and






forever.




We will all be one together ...







Henry Scott Holland