This is beautiful

<!--StartFragment -->I attended a memorial mass today at the same hospital where my father died. The priest read the following, and I thought it was so beautiful.

Perspective

I am standing on the seashore.
A ship spreads her sails to the morning breeze,
and starts for the ocean. I am watching her
until she fades on the horizon, and someone at
my side says, "She's gone---!"

"Gone where?" The loss of sight is in ME -
not in her. Just at that moment someone says
"She's gone," there are others watching her coming.
Other voices take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"

That is dying.