I found this poem in a little book, what an insight into what many fail to understand:
What is Dying?
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as
when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are
others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
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