Grief is undoubtedly traumatic for those who are left-behind; however, the words presented in this poem show that life has the potential of withstanding the detriment of death. Perhaps one of the best-recognized works of the late, Henry Scott Holland, “Death is Nothing at All” is a hopeful conceptualization of belief beyond bereavement. His well-placed vocabulary does a decadent due-diligence for providing those individuals with hope during their time of loss. His words manage to express the notion that what is gone is not lost:
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.
Nothing is past; 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!
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