Friday, February 7, 2020
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone Where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And she is just as able to bear her load of her living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not her.
And just at the moment when someone says, "There she is 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...
I'll see you on the other shore
Kat
