Soulful Sunday – What is dying?

I didn’t have a computer yesterday, so I’m switching ‘Soulful Saturday’ to ‘Soulful Sunday’ this week.  And what a week it has been.

I was searching through some old post cards, back from when I was travelling across Europe, and on one of them I found this poem.  These are words for the people who’ve lost someone in their life forever but remembers them everyday, as if they’d never left.

What is dying?

I am standing on 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 her
until at length 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’s 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 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’s gone,’
there are others watching her coming,
and voices ready to take up the glad shout
‘There she comes!
And that is dying.
– Bishop Charles Henry Brent
I lost Jani.  But oh how she enriched my life.  And how real she still is even now, on the other side.  She will never be forgotten.
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