I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean, 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 sides says “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large of mast and 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 point.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says “There, she is gone!” there are others eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes! “
-Anonymous
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