Crossing the Bar, by Alfred Lord Tennyson

My mother passed away one week ago today, and the funeral was today. In memory of her I would like to post “Crossing the Bar,” by Tennyson. This was one of her favorite poems.

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.

My mom loved the ocean, and now she has “crost the bar” and has the privilege of seeing her Pilot face to face.

Do you have a favorite poem you would like to share? Please mention the title and/or link in the comments.

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