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I am standing upon the seashore. A Ship,at my side.spreads her white sails to the moving 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,hull and spar as She was when She left my side.And,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 the moment when someone 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 id dying...

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Comment by Sarah on April 18, 2016 at 3:56am
That is so true and just want one more sight
Comment by vintage56(barb) on April 17, 2016 at 4:41am

This always give me comfort.

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