Our father has set sail to another place.
Whatever we were to each other, we still are.
Call him by his old familiar name.
Wear no forced air of solemnity and sorrow.
But why should he be out of mind?
He is only out of our sight.
He is waiting for us.
Watch the ship sail. The ship fades on the horizon.
Someone shouts, "It is gone."
Gone where? Gone from our sight, that's all.
We think the ship is gone.
But just at that moment
another is watching the ship coming over the horizon.
Other voices take up a glad shout.
There is my mother shouting gladly for her husband.
This horizon is just the limit of our sight.
Our father has just landed in another place.
Live virtuously as he did.
I pray to follow him.
But now I must carry on.