I am standing on the seashore,
A ship sails and spreads her white sails to 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 spurs, as she was when I saw her,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size, the 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 the glad shout.
“here she comes.”
And that is DYING.
BISHOP BRENT
Rest in peace, Goldy.
Tia
your witness of perfect trust and resting in Him is amazing.
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David Tina and Co.
(I do wonder how much resting in peace goes on in Heaven though??)
Lovely bit of text Tia, and very true.
ReplyDeleteShe is just as much loved where she is now as she was here.
praying God's peace for you today.
ReplyDeleteAlesha
Beautiful. I miss seeing pictures of Goldy and hearing bout her likes and singing. She dances to the sweetest music now. Gone from sight not forgotten by the many lives she touched.
ReplyDeleteMay you have peace in your loss and memories of happy times.
beautiful xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful xx
ReplyDeleteYou continue to be in my thoughts and prayers x