“Gone From My Sight”
Grief. Letting go. Trusting. Having faith. Henry Van Dyke’s poem “Perspective” has been read, sung, YouTubed, illustrated many times for a reason. It is comforting.
It’s all about your perspective. . .
Perspective
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.
~~Henry Van Dyke~
Love that. I just know in my soul that’s as close as a human can get, with words anyway, to a description of “what happens after”.
I have heard it read at a funeral. Very moving. Thanks for sharing it