I found this poem floating around on Social Media and it kept showing up on my page. When this happens , I strongly feel that Spirit is giving me the nudge to share it. So I have been inspired to write it out for you . Perhaps there is someone out there that can heal from this, or resonate with it or simply be comforted by it. I know it touched me on many levels. You may even have a love one who may need to read this poem/letter to help them understand or move forward. The words are so close to what I hear from the Spirit World which is why I believe that I must share it.
May you find Peace & Comfort while you read it.
“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, 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 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 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 past, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better. Infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.”
Written by Henry Scott Holland
January 27, 1847-March 17, 1918
Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford