A bit of prose on Dying from a wise person

[Guest guest]

This can be sad but I feel it is very uplifting and true. A wonderful

person sent it to me. Thank you. Please don't read if your heart isn't

ready.

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. I stand and watch her until at the

length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and

sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone on my side says: " There she is 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 freight to her destination port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment

when someone on my side says: " There, she is gone! " there are other

eyes watching her coming, and the other voices ready to take up the

glad shout, " Here she comes! "

And that is dying.

[Guest guest]

Thanks for sharing - a wonderful person sent this to me too. I'm going

to add to the links section...