and i don't have to think of her as " my poor little maria" anymore ... for that, i am so thankful ...
this past 3 weeks has been filled with the ordinary things of summer ... walks, swims, visits ... celebrating birthdays ... but i have also wanted to just be cocooned and quiet too ... my emotions are near the surface - but the peace remains ...
hoping you all are having a really blessed and sweet summer experience ...
Here She Comes
I am standing upon the seashore;
a ship at my side spreads
her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength
and 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's gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as 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's 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.
~ anon ~
