Sunday, June 15, 2025
GONE FROM MY SIGHT
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving 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, 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 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...
~ Rev. Luther F. Beecher
I see Kenny and Dave leading that glad shout.
Ken, Rob and Kim - I am so very sorry to hear of Connie's passing.
She was kind and caring, funny and FUN. And man, could she cook!
You are all in my thoughts.
Rest easy, Con.
- Jodi
