Suffering from bereavement or an intense fear of death? This famous poem about death will provide you comfort, solace, fortitude and soothe your aching heart.
Death Is Nothing At All is a famous poem written by Henry Scott-Holland ( 1847-1918 ), a priest at St. Paul's Cathedral, London. Originally intended as part of a sermon delivered in 1910 ( Titled : Death the King of Terrors ) marking the lying in state of King Edward II in Westminster, this piece is now popularly read at funerals.
Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which we 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 that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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
We know nothing can replace the irreparable loss of a loved one, but we hope this poem has brought you some measure of peace and calmness. Let it serve as a relief to that unbearable pain you feel.
Feel free to share your thoughts below.
Death Is Nothing At All is a famous poem written by Henry Scott-Holland ( 1847-1918 ), a priest at St. Paul's Cathedral, London. Originally intended as part of a sermon delivered in 1910 ( Titled : Death the King of Terrors ) marking the lying in state of King Edward II in Westminster, this piece is now popularly read at funerals.
Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which we 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 that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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
We know nothing can replace the irreparable loss of a loved one, but we hope this poem has brought you some measure of peace and calmness. Let it serve as a relief to that unbearable pain you feel.
Feel free to share your thoughts below.
