Memorial

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. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
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 she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
-Henry Van Dyke

There was rain today

After work shopping I want to rewrite my poem, I guess. I got to typeset a travel brochure and I enjoyed that. I did an engagement invitation with a western theme that was fun. My presentation went ok and I enjoyed class.

Oh yeah I walked through the place where God speaks and He spoke, He said, “Why are you dismayed?”
I am not sure why. If it isn’t cloudy tomorrow I will take picture of the place where God speaks, it is beautiful with all the flowers are blooming because of the rain.

until the rain
the oleander
withholds its bloom