THE SHIP
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads its white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
It is the object of strength and beauty, and I stand and watch it until it is only a ribbon of white cloud where the sea and sky seem to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There, it's gone!"
"Gone? Gone where? Gone from my sight, that's all.
It is just as it was when it left my side, and just as able to bear its precious freight to the place of destination.
Its diminished appearance is in me - not in it.
And at the very moment when someone at my side says, "There, it's gone!"
Other voices shout with gladness, "Here it comes!"
This is early in Holy Week. Easter is not yet here. However, as we think about that which is to come I find great meaning and hope in the above words. May they also bless you.
