A ship sails and I stand watching till he fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says he is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. he is just as large now as
when I last saw him. His diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says he is gone there are
others who are watching him coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There he comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
He was an angel in our world now he goes home :wink:
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