Crossing the Bar

This poem is a bit different from most – I put it in because my mom and my best friend like it. So this is for them.

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 crost the bar.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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4 thoughts on “Crossing the Bar

  1. Faye

    a-men. May those who know the way point to others and those who don’t know find it. Crossing the bar….I love the imagery…..I love the sense of our journey. Thank you.

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