TO THE LOVED ONE
WHO IS BEREAVED
"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 EFFECT,
WITHOUT THE TRACE OF A SHADOW ON 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,
FOR AN INTERVAL,
SOMEWHERE VERY NEAR,
JUST AROUND THE CORNER.
ALL IS WELL."
Henry Scott Holland
A MOTHER'S TEAR
A QUIKK FIXX
I TAKE THEE CHILD
NATIVE AMERICAN BLESSINGS
SPARROWS SONG
SPREAD SOME SUNSHINE
WELCOME TO HONALEE
WORST ENEMY
THE DOVE OF PEACE
FLIES FROM SITE TO SITE,
THROUGH AS MANY COUNTRIES
AS POSSIBLE. IT DOES NOT BELONG
TO ANY BELIEF SYSTEM.
PLEASE HELP IT MAKE A LINE AROUND
THE GLOBE WITH A PRAYER FOR
PEACE, BY TAKING IT WITH YOU
TO YOUR SITE OR BY GIVING IT
TO SOMEONE FOR THEIR SITE...
PASS IT ON.
YOU ARE VISITOR NUMBER
