As you may know, I have added a new aspect to my life as a medium. I now go to the bedside of those who are dying. Read more about this work at https://spiritualdying.com/.
In many of my teachings, I try to bring an understanding of death. Through understanding, we can find comfort. This poem by Rev. Luther F. Beecher does a wonderful job of describing an abstract view of the the soul’s journey.
WHAT IS DYING
by Rev. Luther F. Beecher
I’m standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze, and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her
until she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky
come down to meet and mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There, she’s gone.”
Gone where? Gone from my sight–that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “There, she’s gone”
there are other eyes watching her coming; and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”
And that is “dying”.