For expressing your kind thoughts regarding my father’s passing.
When selecting poems for the past ten days, I encountered several I’d never heard before and found touching and meaningful. I particularly liked “I am Standing Upon the Seashore.” That one truly expressed the feeling I wanted.
For me, though, it’s hard to beat “Crossing the Bar.” Oddly, the stanza that has kept running through my mind through all these days is this one:
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.
Something about the rhythm … or the meaning … or both. But whenever I wasn’t thinking about something else, these lines came back to me. They’re still running through my mind today.