A Parable of Immortality

This evocative and moving poem was read at the memorial service of the amazing Margaret Philp who died five years ago today. I’m re-posting it now along with her photo as a reminder to live, love and be grateful for it all… 

A PIMG_3326arable of Immortality

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,
and I stand and watch until at last 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 goes!”

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 goes!”
there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .

“Here she comes!”

– Henry Van Dyke

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