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This is a re-post of a poem that helped me with the death of my mother and brother. It captures for me our belief that death is the start of a new part of our journey and that when we die there will be others, especially Jesus, waiting to greet us.

Gone from my sight- Henry Van Dyke

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 at 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 is dying…

One Response to “Gone from My Sight by Henry Van Dyke”

  1. BarbClapperton says:

    Hi Deacon Mike,
    Do you remember the comic strip “Family Circle?” – and the little boy lost his grandfather – in the comic strip the grandfather was lying in a hospital bed surrounded by the family and the doctor says “he’s gone”, and to the upper right of the bed you see the grandfather rising and above him all his friends who had gone before him saying “he’s here!!”
    I saw this comic right around the time my brother passed away and I could just see my grand parents saying “there he is, he’s here.” For some reason knowing my brother will meet me a the doors of heaven gave me great comfort to calm my own fears. Barb