Poppy Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 .....of an old, longtime sailing friend and Broads lover. The following was the reading, I'd not heard it before, and felt it quite appropriate and comforting. I Am Standing Upon The Seashore. 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 living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me -- not in 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... Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it. Henry Van Dyke 13 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TrevorAndDeirdre Posted April 28, 2016 Share Posted April 28, 2016 Thank you for posting, we have a funeral tomorrow for an aunt who love to come to the broads so fitting for her as well. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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