The poem Karen asked about . The Journey of life.

What is dying?

A ship sails and I stand watching until 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 as when I saw her....

The diminished size and total

loss of sight is within 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,

and other voices take up the glad shout,

"there she comes! ",,,,,

and that is dying.

By Bishop Brent.