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Welcome to Abbey Funeral Services
A ship sails and I stand watching
till 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 now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss
from my sight is in 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 over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
An horizon and just the
limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord,
that we may see further
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