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The Ship
What is dying
I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."
Gone!
Where
Gone from my sight that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone"
there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes!"
and that is dying.

Bishop Brent

 

What a beautiful poem, @ajc400. Thank you so much for sharing it.

 

@Joe McDonald

My deep sympathy to you on the loss of your beloved brother, Joe. My prayers are with you, my friend.

 

Totally agree - condolences Joe, there is nothing worse than the empty chair and the phone call that is never received. Take care mate..