The Sun Has Set

My father left this life this morning. Words truly fail me. Here are some words from Walt Whitman.


On the Beach at Night (An excerpt)

On the beach, at night,

Stands a child with her father,

Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,

While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,

Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky,

Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,

Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter;

And night at hand, only a very little above,

Swim the delicate brother, the Pleiades.

From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,

Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,

Watching, silently weeps.

Hold your loved ones close to you tonight.