On my mind is the passing of a good family friend, and the poem, Crossing the Bar. Bits have been running through my head today, especially the bit about the tide going back out, turning again home. Paul did and was so much good that it is easy to envision him turning again home. I know he will fit so well there. Prayers for his wife and family - he will be incredibly missed.
Crossing the Bar
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 full 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.