DEATH
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a ribbon 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 she was 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; just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone!” there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There she comes!” And that, friends, is dying. The Living Light Whittier Friends…
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