Sunday November 2nd, 2025
Lamentations 3 & John 5:19-24
Let Me Go
Christina Rosetti
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the master plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go the friends we know.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go.
When I am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if thou wilt remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not fear the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
In Church of England tradition, we come together over these few days at the beginning of November for a short season of remembrance. The Church has marked All Saints and All Souls for hundreds of years. It stems from the belief that there is a powerful spiritual bond between those in heaven and those living on earth. It is often said in my family that the dead sit at the dinner table long after they are gone.
This service offers us space and time to give thanks to God for the life and love that was shared, for the memories we carry and to ask for God’s help if we have unfinished business with those who have died. Not all our remembering will be of the good, sweet times as none of us are perfect and neither were they!
The only alternative to avoiding grief is to avoid love. To avoid the grief I feel over my person who has died means I would have had to forfeit the love and the relationship that we shared. We cannot have it both ways.
I was given Christina Rosetti’s poem Let Me Go earlier this year to read an ashes interment. Rosetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems in the 1800’s. Let Me Go was written in 1862 when she was in her early 30’s. The Rosetti’s by all accounts were cultured, educated and at the centre of London’s Victorian society. Christina and her three siblings all had notable careers in arts and literature. Her work has never gone out of fashion; Christina wrote In the Bleak Midwinter which we will soon sing again.
Like all families, the Rosetti’s had their struggles with finances and health; both physical and mental. Christina was known to suffer from depression, she had a heart condition and ultimately died of breast cancer. She stayed at home to care for her father while her siblings went out to work to support the family. She had her share of heartbreak too with three failed attempts at marriage. Christina’s expression of pain, loss and resignation are main themes in many of her poems.
In Let Me Go, we see all three (pain, loss and resignation) in the transition to the afterlife. There is a desire for a peaceful and undramatic departure, without excessive mourning or rituals. The poem emphasises the inevitability of death and the importance of embracing the journey as part of a larger plan. Christina, along with her parents and siblings, were greatly influenced by the Christian faith. For Christina, faith and art were at the centre of her life.
The message in Let Me Go – is that. Miss me a little and then let me go. Carry on living. Remember what was good, forget the rest. Remember but do not be sad for too long. The writer will no longer see the sad and the bad – so why should we? Haply I may remember, haply I may forget.
It is so hard to do. The writer of Lamentations has ‘forgotten what happiness and lost hope’. They likely witnessed the fall of Jerusalem around 587 BC and the horrors experienced by the Jewish people. It made me think of the people of Jamaica at this time.
Jerusalem was once the chosen city of God but has now fallen from grace because of bad behaviour. The enemies have taken over and the people who lived in Jerusalem have been exiled. The loss for the people is immense. The reading we have here is about the author’s own suffering; he believes that God has deliberately marked him out and is now not listening to his prayer. His peace is gone. Yet at his lowest point he remembers God’s steadfast love, hesed. Hesed is the love and mercy God has towards his people; it is a long-term and loyal love. It is love that never ends. It is new every morning.
The writer has experienced this love, not just with his head and his heart but in his very soul, in the marrow of his bones. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ he says. The Lord is enough for him.
The bereavement that we are facing is not the whole story. It might be a very big part of the story right now, might feel like it has taken over the whole story for a long time. I hope that our loved ones forget the sad and bad; they do not see the shadows or fear the rain or hear the nightingale or witness the destruction of their beloved city.
In John’s Gospel reading, Jesus is telling the disciples that everyone (even him) and everything (even death) is under God’s control. He can raise the dead. This is not just the physically dead; but John is suggesting that those people who are spiritually dead. There is something of a spiritual revolution going on; the Quiet Revival started in 2024 and young people are turning to the Bible and the church in huge numbers. It looks like there is a shift in spiritual attitudes in England and Wales.
God’s love is so great for his Son and for us. The idea is that God the loving father is showing Jesus the beloved Son all that he does and even greater things. Those who believed in Jesus would be treated by God in the same way that Jesus was. Jesus died and rose again and so will we.
Where does that leave us on a November afternoon in Charlwood at an All Souls service?
We are part of a long tradition of remembrance.
The spiritual bonds between those in heaven and those on earth are real – but maybe not quite the way we think
Love and mourning have no ending because they are tied up together
God’s hesed underpins everything
Letting go is part of the process – it is about living forward, not being held back. They have moved on and so should we.
Finally, we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses in the heavenlies and around us right now. All of us here have loved and lost. We can share God’s unending goodness and mercy. They are new every morning.