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  • Writer's pictureTimothy S. Colman

Same as it ever was by Henry Scott Holland



Photo Tim Colman @ Whidbey Island in spring


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...


no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.


Based on a sermon given at St Paul's Cathedral following the death of King Edward VII

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