Poetry

[cervus]

Found this on the Internet - it's simple.

A Consoling Poem About Death: Death Is Nothing At All

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.

Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral ~ London. UK

 

[skipper66]

I liked this Cervus. Thanks for posting it.

 

[brooksea]

Thank you, Yasmin. I really appreciated that. Very much to the point.

Hope you are doing well.

 

[Danijela]

I heard this on the radio at 5am one morning...I froze.

Carol Ann Duffy
Death and the Moon

(for Catherine Marcangeli)

The moon is nearer than where death took you
at the end of the old year. Cold as cash
in the sky's dark pocket, its hard old face
is gold a s a mask tonight. I break the ice
over the fish in my frozen pond, look up
as the ghosts of my wordless breath reach
for the stars. If I stood on the tip of my toes
and stretched, I could touch the edge of the moon.

I stooped at the lip of your open grave
to gather a fistful of earth, hard rain,
tough confetti, and tossed it down. It stuttered
like morse on the wood over your eyes, your tongue,
your soundless ears. Then as I slept my living sleep
the ground gulped you, swallowed you whole,
and though I was there when you died,
in the red cave of your widow's unbearable cry.

and measured the space between last words
and silence, I cannot say where you are. Unreachable
by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable
in the air, even if souls are stars. I turn
to the house, its windows tender with light, the moon,
surely, only as far again as the roof.the goldfish
are tongues in the water's mouth. the black night
is huge, mute, and you are further forever than that.

 

[cervus]

Not real poetry but....

“Every day my love for you grows higher, deeper, wider, stronger……..It grows and grows until it touches the tip of where you are and comes back to me in the loving memory of you, and my heart melts with that love and grows even more.” ~ Maureen Hunter

 

[kiwisally]

Thank you Yasmin.

 

[cervus]

You're welcome, Kiwisally! Not bad huh?!

 

[kiwisally]

Not bad at all. Funny thing was I, just this morning, went back and re-read your first one, copied it and kept it in file. Almost bumped it up so others would see it again too, glad I waited and you added to it. :grin:

 

[poppy62]

A simple poem I came across that I'd like to share with you all..

Always Remember...
Always remember to forget
the things that made you sad,
But never forget to remember
the things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
the friends that proved untrue,
But don't forget to remember
those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
the troubles that have passed away,
But never forget to remember
the blessings that come each day.

 

[cervus]

That's really nice poppy62. Thanks.

 

[kiwisally]

That was nice poppy. Thanks from me too.

 

[scotslassie]

When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go
For this journey we all must take,
and all must go alone
It's all part of the master plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
go to the friends we know
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.

 

[vzandt]

I love that Scotlassie.

 

[BeckyW]

Scotlassie....wonderful"..

 

[cervus]

Now I'm crying! You all are amazing!