My friend, Kathy, whose message this morning reminded me of the grieving we go through at the loss of a loved one. Hopefully, this expression brings an altered perception and peace.
The Ship – There is No Death
I am standing on 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 is a speck of white
cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with
The 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 she is just as able to
bear her load of living weight to her destined harbor.
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, “There she comes!”
And that is dying.
Delivered by Dick Runyeon
Closing Comments – Marge Mills Memorial Service
Saturday, January 8, 2000