Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Crossing the Bar Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1889) 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 though 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 crossed the bar. Found this when I was looking for something to say about my Grandpa that I loved so very much. I goggled poems about Sailors going home and thought he would like this as well. My Grandfather has been called home, he is no longer in pain, and is side by side with my Dad. I will miss him more than words can express, but know that his wonderful embrace will be waiting for me. Until we meet again, I love you and will always have you in my heart.
