Where Heaven Meets the Earth and Sea

At the spot in Dublin where a small seashell filled with Jim’s ashes wafted into the sea, a tiny spray of them lifted by a breeze into an arc that glittered in the rising sun, one would be hard-pressed to distinguish heaven from earth, or earth from the sea.

I looked at the blush sea and sky “as the sea’s own beat resumed and made him part of the cadence of its waves,

. . .turquoise with rolling white tops.”

Many of my own words will follow in future posts about our travels, but for now I’ll share some of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s:

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea. . .

Author: Stephanie

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