Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Cathy introduced Richard to Karen during a visit to Nantucket. Karen's husband had a passion for sailing and was building a wooden boat which she ultimately completed after his passing. Inspired connections to friendship and the sea had me thinking of this poem read by my mothers best friend at her memorial.
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!"
Best love to Cathy, Evan and all Malavarca Family
