Della May Abdelaziz (5.22.1932 - 9.19.2011)

I am standing on the sea shore,

A ship sails in the morning breeze

and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon

and someone at my side says:
“She is gone.”

Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars

as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight

to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,

and other voices take up a glad shout:
“There she comes”
– and that is dying.

Bishop Brent
1862 – 1926