Henry Van Dyke Poem

i was listening to this podcast and they quoted a poem by Henry Van Dyke that made me cry because it was so beautiful and i couldn't help but think about the people in my life that i've loved but they've passed on. so this poem is for all of you out there that've grieved over the loss of a loved one. don't worry...this is a hopeful poem, not a dreary one! i seriously want this poem read at my funeral!!


I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until at length she hangs
like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky
come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side
says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was
when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight
to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here she comes!”
And that is dying.