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A Harmony Pastor Feedback: Wednesday Morning Prayer: 4/27

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In a post last night I shared that my nephew, Michael, has handed to life with God.  True to the religion that is ours in Christ, my members of the family have been sharing on our cousins’ FaceBook web page about out hope and prayer that Michael might be welcomed dwelling by God and by our mother and father, grandparents, aunts and uncles who’ve gone earlier than us.  That dialog has put me in thoughts of a bit I publish each November within the month of All Souls.  It appears applicable this morning to publish it once more…

    I’m standing upon the seashore.
    A ship at my aspect spreads her white sails to the ocean.
    She is an object of magnificence and power.
    I stand and watch her till at size
        she hangs like a speck of white cloud
        simply the place the ocean and sky come to mingle with one another.
    Then somebody at my aspect says: “There, she is gone!”
        “Gone the place?”
    Gone from my sight. That’s all.
    Her diminished dimension is in me, not in her.
    And simply for the time being when somebody at my aspect says:
    “There, she is gone!”
        there are different eyes watching her coming,
        and different voices able to take up the glad shout:
            “Right here she comes!”

    And that’s dying.

-Henry Van Dyke





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