Gone From Our Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads its white sails to the moving
breeze and starts for the blue ocean. It is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch it until, at length, it 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, it is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. It is just as large in mast, hull, and spar as it was when it
left my side.
And, it is just as able to bear its load of living freight to its destined port.
Its diminished size is in me -- not in itself.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, it is gone," there are other eyes watching it coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here it comes!"
He is just gone from our sight......