the meaning of dying

i am standing upon the seashore. a ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning 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 and 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 at my side 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

1 comment

  • P.T.

    Lindo e verdadeiro.

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