All Is Well

Death is nothing at all;
I have only slipped away into 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 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 word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect;
Without a trace of a shadow on it.

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 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.

After an original by Canon Henry Scott Holland of St Paul's Cathedral.