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Monday, December 17, 2007

Dr. Jonah's ship...out of our sight...

Fellow WHM colleagues in Ireland passed on this poem to us. A poignant image of death as merely transition... I am standing on the sea shore, A ship sails in 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 a glad shout: "There she comes" - and that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight. Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further. Bishop Brent 1862 - 1926


micandme said...

That is beautiful and true! We're rejoicing with you at reaching your 21 days and at the prospect of you seeing your children again. ~Michelle

Anonymous said...

So beautiful and a reminder that God has made us with eternal souls and that Jesus is captain of the vessels that have been given to him.

Very relieved that you are in the clear but mindful that not all are and still praying for the tensions that exist in managing life with ebola, which is just a portion of all of life. God be praised for perspective!!!