A ship sails and I stand watching till it fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "He is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. He is just as large now as when I last saw him. His diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in him.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says he is gone, there are others who are watching his coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout - There he comes!
That is what dying is. A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may see further.Bishop Brent
