Henry Scott Holland


Death Is Nothing At All - Poem by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 into 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 the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute 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.

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.


Comments about Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland

  • BRENDA KELSALL (3/16/2016 1:59:00 PM)

    Denise. Forever with me. (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Kimberly Stewart (3/6/2016 7:34:00 AM)

    Daddy (Report) Reply

  • Martina Daly (2/29/2016 4:22:00 PM)

    Reflection (Report) Reply

  • Carol Dockray (2/17/2016 10:35:00 AM)

    For you (Report) Reply

  • Carol Dockray (2/17/2016 10:34:00 AM)

    Thought you might like this yvonne (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (2/2/2016 10:34:00 PM)

    I like this very much. I truly believe each loved one who dies would like us to think of him/her this way. Excellent write! (Report) Reply

  • Kyle Rasmussen (2/1/2016 12:22:00 AM)

    Well done. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? All too true. The material can only bind when we allow it to. (Report) Reply

    Katy Mulberry (2/1/2016 8:53:00 PM)

    what literary device is used? in this particular line..... Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

  • Walani Ndhlovu Walani Ndhlovu (1/31/2016 11:51:00 PM)

    It's just so hard to think of death that way when you loose a friend or relative. Nevertheless, I wish everybody should feel like that when it's my turn because my biggest fear is not death itself but people's reaction. Great piece (Report) Reply

  • Heaven's Authority Heaven's Authority (1/29/2016 12:24:00 AM)

    Nicely said and well written (Report) Reply

  • Rosie Bourget Rosie Bourget (1/7/2016 10:29:00 AM)

    I lost a sister last year, I now for a fact how painful it is to overcome sudden death. (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (12/25/2015 7:16:00 PM)

    title of the poem alone tells everything in it...amazing (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case Thomas Case (11/29/2015 1:44:00 PM)

    beautiful poem you paint a very vivid and calm image of death. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Plotz Thomas Plotz (11/21/2015 11:42:00 AM)

    Thanks for the love poem of infinity, plus one (Report) Reply

  • Donna Fraser (11/2/2015 5:06:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem has brought such peace to my aching heart. My granddaughter will read it tomorrow at the funeral of my precious husband. We had 58 years together before he died last Thursday (Report) Reply

  • Surya Pradana (10/24/2015 3:40:00 AM)

    may i make song cover from this poem? (Report) Reply

  • Phyllis Strong (10/16/2015 8:26:00 AM)

    Death is the final destiny. Absent from the body, present with the Lord. (Report) Reply

  • Elisabeth Wingle Elisabeth Wingle (10/15/2015 8:01:00 PM)

    Very comforting poem, i believe the spirit lives on, and love never really dies (Report) Reply

  • Zenovia Evans (10/3/2015 9:37:00 PM)

    Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Godfrey Morris Godfrey Morris (8/17/2015 1:20:00 PM)

    Awesome really enjoyed reading. It satisfied my soul. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Baltes (8/14/2015 2:25:00 PM)

    Absolutely fantastic.
    It was read at a funeral, I attended,
    From memory.
    The gentleman that had passed was young
    and very respected.
    The country was England it was a cold and windy September
    afternoon.
    The gentleman reciting the poem was wearing a kilt and begun the poem as the earth was being shoveled into the grave.
    As heartbreaking as THAT will always be this poem has since become our family tradition.
    When any of us mention a passed family member we remind each other he/she is only only in the other room it produces smiles and great fond memories. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 9, 2014


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