I held my first memorial service for hospice at one of the nursing homes. Twice a year we hold a simple memorial service for those who have passed since the last service. It is a mixture of Scripture, prayers, and poetry. I read the poem the poem below and would like to share it with all of you.
Death is Nothing at All
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral (1847 – 1918)
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 are still
Call me by my own 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 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!
