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Death is nothing at all..

PostPosted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:22 pm
by Josieclick
Death is Nothing at all....

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 still are
call me by my old familiar name
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used
put no difference in your tone
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together
pray 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 trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
it is the same as it ever was
there is unbroken continuity
why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near
just around the corner
All is well.....

Amen for my friend Jayne aged 35 whose burial was this morning.

PostPosted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 11:15 am
by Monsy
Lovely poem Josie, it must have given comfort to many!

Your poor friend.........

Life's a bitch at times.......

PostPosted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 11:22 pm
by Josieclick
Jayne ......

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Rest in Peace Jayne

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 11:59 pm
by Rowan
It sure is Monsy. Lovely poem though josie.

PostPosted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:06 am
by Maywalk
SO very sorry to hear about Jayne Josie. It has brought back SO many memories of my lovely niece.
May Jayne rest in peace.

Don’t weep for me

Don’t weep for me I have not gone, I’m with you every day
Don’t feel sad and lonely, I’m here with you come what may.
My presence is beside you daily as I wipe away your tears
And I walk with you always to help you through your fears.
Some day we will meet again and so until that time is here
Have faith in the fact that your love will keep me near.
Don’t grieve for me I am happy to be in the Promised Land
Live your life as you should, just as the dear Lord planned.

copyright---Maisie Walker 2001--- all rights reserved.

PostPosted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 4:06 pm
by shade
Josie, almost 5 years ago I stood in the front of the mourners in church and read that same poem for my brother, now when I see that poem in print anywhere I can only think of Malcolm.


So sorry to hear of your friend, so young.