Saturday, August 3, 2019
Gone from my Sight
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength
and I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says: “There, she’s gone!”
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side;
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her;
and just at the moment when someone at my side says:
“There, she’s gone!”, there are other eyes watching her coming
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout –
“Here she comes!”.
And that is dying.
WE PRAY THAT THE FOREGOING POEM MAY PROVIDE SOME SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILIES AT THIS SAD TIME. PLEASE ACCEPT OUR MOST SINCERE SYMPATHY. BOB & VIVIENNE COFFEY
