Crossing the Bar

“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8

My brother Darrell passed peacefully from this world into eternity at 12:25 p.m., a little more than an hour ago. God was right on time. His wife Anne was by his side. The rest of us were on our way, a few minutes away. It is proper that God arranged for Anne to be alone with Darrell at the end. The rest of us would have crowded her.

No formal funeral arrangements are planned. A memorial service will be scheduled at a later date.

Crossing the Bar
Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1809 – 1892

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 cross’d the bar.

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