I went to the funeral of a man I was proud to call a friend today. The mourners packed into the pretty church of St Giles, Ashtead, near Leatherhead, bore testament to the ease with which Nigel Backhouse made friends. There were many people there today who had lost a very good friend and will have been helped in their loss by a beautiful service. I am sure their hearts went out, as mine did, to his young family. How to explain the death of someone so young? One of the readings came from The Prophet by the Lebanese poet and philosopher Kahlil Gibran.
On Death
By Kahlil Gibran
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and
expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Nigel Backhouse, a good friend to many, a man who will truly be sorely missed.
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