the next room

14 04 2008

I have only slipped away 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 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 always 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 effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

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.

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918

posted by: Matt

 

 

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2 responses

15 04 2008
Julia Baker

What an incredible poem for anyone who has ever loved and lost.

16 04 2008
fatz1

“only when you drink from the river of silence,
shall you indeed sing,
and when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
and when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you trully dance.”

Khalil Gibran.

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