I just noticed my horizon isn’t straight. Huh. Well, I still like this image and I’ll straighten it later. Maybe. I mean….the beach houses are straight so I just didn’t notice it. Sometimes horizons are just wonky. I mean, see how the clouds are sweeping upward? It just all kinda flows. And that pink makes my mouth water. But I digress. This post is for my father who passed away January 7th. He was a radio seaman in the Navy and served in the Pacific fleet. His career continued with the Army at Redstone Arsenal Missile Command. The pastor who spoke at the service truly touched my soul with his words. He shared this poem for my father, which I will in turn share with you.
Crossing the Bar, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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 crost the bar
I love you, dad.