Crossing The Bar

Alfred Lord 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 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.

How appropriate, now, Stevie has crossed the bar, gone on to the next life. There is one little thing, though, not quite right with old Lord Al here, and that is, "and after that the dark!" He didn't know. How could he know? After that, the light, that paradise where the righteous are received into a state of happiness, in paradise until the time of their resurrection. All light. Well, of course, unless you didn't qualify for paradise, and end up going to spirit prison, and heaven forbid, outer darkness. But for Stevie, he has assured his place, and now he's there, over there, right over there, at peace, and free from the burden of his mortal coil, and what a burden that was.

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