|Parable of Immortality
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads his white sails to
the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
He is an object of beauty and strength, and I
stand and watch until at last he hangs like a
speck of white cloud just where the sun and
sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- 'There he goes!
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
places of destination. His diminished size is
in me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone at my
- 'There he goes! ',
there are other eyes watching him coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
- 'Here he comes!'