On any other day, I find that I can rely on words. Today, however, there are none – none that come easily. Those of us who write blogs, and all of us who read them, lost someone who made words come to life. Now Lynn Hudson’ s sudden departure has left me without any way to express how much we’ve lost. I would never have had the courage or the motivation to start my place here at The Farm. I told her so when I began to write and she gave me her blessing. So, for that, and much more, I will miss her. I hope she knows how much she gave and how much she meant to all of us.
I wish her peace and rest. I pray that her family can find solace in knowing how many of us she touched. There is nothing I could have written today which could have more been more important than expressing our collective sorrow and gratitude.
All I have to give are my words, and today, for you Lynn, I hope they’re enough. I thank you. We all thank you.
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped 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 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.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of 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
Canon of St Paul ‘s Cathedral