A Sailors Poem

"We are standing on a shore. A large sailing ship is about to pull out. Friends and relatives of ours are standing on the deck, waving goodbye, throwing streamers, calling to us, calling our names. And we call to them and to each other. 'Look, there's Grandma...there's Uncle Joe...there's Uncle Bill.' A bell sounds. The ship begins to move away.

"We stand silently for a very long time and watch as the ship goes further and further away until, finally, the mast is just a vertical pencil line on the distant horizon. Then it too goes down, until we can no longer see it. And we sigh, 'Oh, she's gone.'

"But gone from where? Gone from our sight. That's all.

"For at the very moment we sigh, 'Oh, she's gone,' another cried on another shore is jumping up and down, laughing and yelling and pointing excitedly out to sea saying, 'Look! She's coming. Look, the ship Is coming home! Look! There's Grandma...there's Uncle Joe...there's Uncle Bill.'"

The ship is coming home. There is another shore, another dimension in which we have already begun to live. We are filled with the Spirit of our Risen Savior–forever.

God Can Handle It
Day By Day

Brighton Books, 1999

edited by Dr. S.M. Henriques
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