Gone From My Sight
~ Henry Van Dyke ~
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 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 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 destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side 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…
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So, so true….thanks for sharing this.
You are welcome.
Very pretty piece of writing.
Just another perspective…
I can’t explain why, by this piece really managed to get under my skin. I found my throat choking, and my breath catching and I asked why? I’m still pondering….. really good piece. Thank you.
Bless Susan x
You’re welcome. Just another perspective on endings and beginnings…
Beautiful. Stirs the heart to feel and be moved.
From one soul, one heart, to another…blessings.