Looking at dying and death
"I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, She is gone. "Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not her. Just at the moment when someone says, She is gone, there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, Here she comes! "And that is DYING." I don't know yet who to thank, who to credit this to, but it is beautiful! Sign in to see full entry.