BEAUTIFUL LIGHT ON THE SEA

I was looking out of the window, saw the beautiful light on the sea - and it reminded me of this poem attributed to Henry Van Dyke:

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving 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,
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 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…..