And That Is Dying....

I Am Standing Upon The Seashore

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.
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 and hull
and spar as she was when she
left my sideand 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
at my side 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.

I love this poem.

It is a reminder that we are on a journey. We sail here, dock for a little while, and then set sail to new, distant lands.

We welcome fellow travelers into port when they arrive. We mourn when they leave. What we forget, however, is that, "just at the moment when someone at my side 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.

Baruch HaLevi