'The Ship' A Poem read by the Vicar, Jim Findlay, at Pips Thanksgiving Service.

What is Dying? I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: 'She is gone.' Gone! Where Gone from my sight that is all. She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment someone at my side says, 'She is gone' there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take a glad shout: 'There she come!' and that is dying. Bishop Brent