Tuesday, April 3, 2012
GODSPEED, PATRICK HEALY
Editor’s Note: One of my son’s teacher’s died over the weekend at young age. Many of us were privileged to work with him for many years on the school’s parent/community newspaper. He was a gifted photographer, too. But he never insisted on a byline for his photos. Few outside of the school’s circle knew how ill he was and that made his loss seems a bit sadder. His family asked for privacy to mourn. And, once again we’re reminded how selfless our best teachers are…like those who first introduced us to the following poem.
CROSSING THE BAR/By Alfred Tennyson
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 though 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 crossed the bar.