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~In Memory of William Bickham~
A ship sails and I stand watching
till 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 now
as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size
and total loss from my sight
is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment,
when someone at my side says....
she is gone,
there are others who are watching her
coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
An horizon and just
the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may
see further.
~Bishop Brent
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~In Memory of William Bickham~
A ship sails and I stand watching
till 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 now
as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size
and total loss from my sight
is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment,
when someone at my side says....
she is gone,
there are others who are watching her
coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
An horizon and just
the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may
see further.
~Bishop Brent
________________________________________
_______________________________________
~In Memory of William Bickham~
A ship sails and I stand watching
till 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 now
as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size
and total loss from my sight
is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment,
when someone at my side says....
she is gone,
there are others who are watching her
coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
An horizon and just
the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may
see further.
~Bishop Brent
________________________________________
~In Memory of William Bickham~
A ship sails and I stand watching
till 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 now
as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size
and total loss from my sight
is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment,
when someone at my side says....
she is gone,
there are others who are watching her
coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
An horizon and just
the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may
see further.
~Bishop Brent
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