The Ship

A Ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon.
Then someone at my side says "She is is".
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all….
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says 'she is gone', there are others watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout - "Here she comes"!

That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.


Charles Henry Brent