The Ship

I am standing on the sea shore.

A ship sails and spreads her white sails to

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 the glad shout,

"There she comes", and that is dying.



by Bishop Charles H Brent