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Cry For Me No More

Cry for me no more.
For I have entered God’s heavenly door.
It is the place of true rest,
Don’t forget to do your best.
I have found peace with the Creator.
It is now up to you to one day take this journey, too.
Fear not, it is a place where all things are made new.
“Forgive us of our sins” was my chant.
Don’t even think, “I can’t make it in.”
You can win. Cry for me know more.
For I have entered God’s heavenly door.
–Casilda Woodward, by permission

Darkness Fell

I ask The Lord to be with me,
As  I walked through the dell,
Then came the dark of night ,
And the darkness quietly fell.

Then I trembled in great fear,
As the darkness hung low,
Then I heard The Father say,
"The darkness is my shadow."

–Roger Lee, Copyright 2008

Death Is A Door

Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.

Along the linted are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.

There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.
–Nancy Byrd Turner

Death Is Nothing At All

By Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

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 round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!