What is dying?
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon
and someone at my side says,
"She is gone".
Gone from my sight, that is all;
she is just as large as when I saw her...
The diminished size and total of sight is in me, not in her,
and just as the moment when someone at my side said
"she is gone", there are others watching her coming,
and other voices take up a glad shout,
"there she comes!"...
and that is dying.
I’ve just updated my commissions gallery with two versions of the same poem – “What is Dying?” by Bishop Brent. It’s a lovely poem which would help many people in bereavement and was commissioned from me to memorialise a customer’s wonderful mum.