Parable of Immortality
by Henry Van Dyke:
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side said "There she goes!"
Gone from my sight...that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says "There she goes!"
there are other eyes watching her coming.....
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout....
"Here she comes!"
She sits alone on the porch swing Christmas present her son made for her an his woodworking class just last year. Looking back over the past year she questions whether any of her memories were her own or if they belonged to someone else. It all seemed so unreal.
It was one of his proudest moments.