I've 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 familiar way you always did.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no false sense of solemnity.
Laugh as we always laughed;
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together.
Let my name be forever the household word it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect and with no
Trace of a shadow in it.
Life means what it always meant;
It is still 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 instant, somewhere near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
By Canon Henry Scott- Original St.Paul's