Crossing the Bar
Recently some dear friends lost their father, and I had the privilege of meeting him once, stoic, wise, and truly gifted in his wife and children. While I haven’t been in touch with them during the services, I still notice a morbid calm even here. This isn’t the first time I’ve quoted Tennyson, will hardly be the last, and I look forward to referencing him many many times in between. I’ve never really liked anyone seeing me mourn, there is a time and a place for it always, but the truth remains I don’t deal with it very well at all, and force myself to celebrate instead. Years of practice…years of practice…anyhow…how’s that for the first decent post in like a month eh? Oh…and READ THE DAMN POEM!!
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too fall for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face,
When I have crost the bar.
