Poems & Selections

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 old 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 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 on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolutely unbroken continuity….
Why should I be out of your 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

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
by: Kahil Gibran Only when you drink from the river of Silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, Then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, Then you shall truly dance.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.