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 crossed the bar.
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
Three years ago my brother-in-law Sheldon crossed the bar. We miss him so much, but my heart is content to know he is with Jesus. This photo was taken last Sunday when our family took the ferry to Galveston Island in Texas. Sailing over open water always makes me feel the fragility of my days. My life is fleeting, and I want nothing more than to someday meet my Pilot face to face.
2 thoughts on “Crossing the Bar”
Hugs 😢 The anniversary of a dear one’s death is always sad. May you feel Jesus peace and comfort in the remembering.
Thank you, Cindi! It’s good to reflect on the ways God came close during the season of loss, and the ways He still sustains us.