Everyone has their own way of saying ‘Goodbye’ and it should have come as no surprise to me that my mother would want to speak through poetry. After all, we tended to converse in poetry about practically everything from making shopping lists to the meaning of life.
After she died this day five years ago, our ‘big sister’ divulged that Mother had asked for a specific poem be read at her simple funeral service. It served, and continues to serve, as a truly powerful message to me, especially as I have the good fortune to live by the sea here in Co. Waterford.
I’m glad to say that the sun is beaming as I re-read the poem and that my swimming gear is waiting in the hall!
Crossing the Bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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 crost the bar.
Love this Jean, beautiful, thanks.
Thanks Clare!
You, more than anyone knows the soothing nature of the sea, especially around here.
I truly love this poem reading it just now it truly struck me. It gave me a feeling of peace.
My favourite poem about the sea and I think of tying up loose ends is, or was, until I read Crossing the Bar, Sea Fever by John Masefield. Fancy me not knowing this beauty from the man Tennyson. This is another reason for using wordpress : you learn so much. So thank you.
I hope you enjoyed your swim. xxxxx
I’m thrilled you like Crossing the Bar, Willow. By coincidence, John Masefield’s birthday is tomorrow (June 1, 1878). I love Sea Fever too.
How amazing is that, what coincidence. 🙂
Absolutely!
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This is so lovely! Thanks for sharing
Hello Andy and thanks very much for writing. Your words are very comforting.
Perfection – especially for a sea-lover as yourself!
Oh like mother, like daughter. She was a real sea baby as well so that’s where I got it from, I’m sure.
Oh for sure!
I love this poem. I love that your posts are remembrances. It it fitting… and filled with love 🙂
Thanks Val.
That is a peaceful and comforting poem… beautifully appropriate 🙂 ❤ ❤
KwH, yes the more I read it the more peaceful I find it.