I stand and watch her

"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 other eyes watching her coming
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout: 'Here she comes!'"
Anonymous
"Gone From My Sight"
Hospice and Palliative Care
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