There he comes

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Rev 21:4

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads

its white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.

It is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch it

until at length it hangs like a speck of white cloud just where

the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: “There! its gone.”

Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.

He is just as large in mast and hull and spar as he was

when he left my side, and just as able to bear his load

of living freight to the place of destination.  His diminished

size is in me, not in him: and just at the moment when

someone at my side says, “There! He is gone,” there are

other eyes watching him coming, and other voices ready

to take up the glad shout, “There he comes!”

And that is Dying!