A brief background.  Years ago, I was looking for something to help my grief.  Not just my grief, but the grief of many I knew.  I was brand new to Pinterest, and you could create your own pins back then.  I found this poem, “created it” for my quotes board, and then would send it to people whenever they needed it.  It was sent more than I imagined.  In fact, people asked me how I found it, where I knew about this author, and I simply said, “This English major loves words.  I love the way words soothe and the way you feel better after reading this even when you shed a tear.”  I hope this helps you as it helps me.

A Consoling Poem: 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 hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral ~ London. UK
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