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,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "
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 just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "
there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .
" Here she comes "
- Henry Van Dyke
3 comments:
Oh..that's really nice.
I love the line: "Her diminished size is in me, not in her."
It's so true. Good point to remember.
xoxo mummysauce
Donna,
That's the poem my brother quoted at his wife's funeral.
To be remembered in such a loving way is powerful!
You are quite an eloquent writer
Ma in your choice of words and poems.
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