Comfort In Times Of Sorrow

A sailing ship spreads her white sails to the morning
breeze as she sets sail for the ocean. She looks
beautiful and strong. You watch the ship until it seems
like speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky
meet each other. Someone next to you says, "There,
she's gone."

But has she gone? She is just as large in mast and
hull as she was when she left the shore. Just at the
moment when someone says, "She's gone"; another
voice on a distance shore shouts, "She's here!".

Death is similar. Earth's loss is eternity's gain. Each
one of us has an endless existence, first in this world,
and then in the next.
May you be comforted in your grief with these words
of encouragement