Sunday, May 20, 2012
I have always been a child of the sea
On my desk is a Breton Fisherman's Prayer... "Dear God, be good to me. The sea is so wide, and my boat is so small."
We are au fond alone on our seas, whatever our station in this life. No matter how many close souls we have in our life. The sea brings us cargo daily, health, illness, life, death, joy, pain, ecstasy, bereftness, little hurts, huge jolts, the little moments of happiness, the equally cold darts of horror, hurt or loneliness.
We never know what the sea will choose for us on any given day.
The sea is also the floor and grounding of of our boat.
That boat that does not belong to any other person, no matter how close the relationship.
Once a person dear to me sent me a sympathy card with a message I want to share with you today. This is a message you will each interprete in your own special, private life, and I hope it brings you some joy for that moment when life weighs heavy on your heart.
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 her , until at length 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 says, " There, she's 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 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 some one at my side says, "There, she's gone", there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout...
"There she comes!"...
May you see your own boat as it drifts gently into your own life and feel assured in your own hopes and visions.
T. J. Straw