A ship anchors in the safety of the harbor needs no help. 

It signifies the journey’s end.

Or is it the beginning of the next?

The other ships at the horizon…

Coming if they grow in size

Going if they diminish and go beyond Horizon’s line.

As we wave goodbye to the vessel

The feeling of loneliness is overwhelming

“She is gone” someone from the crowd reports

She is gone.  Gone but where?

My eyes can’t see her.  Is she still there?

Gone.  No longer visible.  Not there.

Yet a crowd senses something on the other shore and yells

A ship is coming.  Coming, coming and it grows

It’s the same ship that has gone away

Making her way to the waiting crowds far away

As she gracefully approaches the new port

“Here she comes!” cries out another soul.

A new shout from the crowd.  A happy cry.  A glad shout.

Here she comes, as the vessel re-anchors in  the safety of the port.

Have you lost a dear one?  A brother or wonderful son ?

Did he leave, and you can’t see him?

The angels galore or the other side of the ocean

Waiting further arrivals, so they can love him

Death is like a ship sailing

Away from one shore, toward the other

Once they pulled up their anchor

It’s smooth sailing no matter how turbulent a port they left from

  It’s Fata morgana.  It’s a miracle to see the ship leave

It becomes real for the angels waiting.

While you can’t control the winds whipping

You can trim the sails, wishing Bon Voyage

Farewell.  Goodbye.  Goodbye, till we meet again.

Eugene Hegedus.  Goodbye to Billiam