The Ship.For my mum Mary a former Nurse 1935-2015

Posted on 25th April, 2018



What is dying

I am standing on the seashore, 

a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.

She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon

and someone at my side says:

"she is gone"



Gone from my sight that is all.

She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, 

and just at that moment when someone by my side says,

"she is gone"

there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout:

"There she comes!"

and that is dying.


Bishop Brent

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