Maria Shriver Poem at Tim Russert’s Funeral Service

At Tim Russert’s funeral service on Wednesday, Maria Shriver read a prayerful poem that was very moving to everyone attending. Having recently lost a loved one myself and knowing how painful it is, I want to share Maria Shriver’s poem “The Little Ship” that she read at Russert’s memorial service.

The Little Ship

I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, “He is gone”.

But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “He is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, “Here he comes!”


Further Reading:

Tim Russert’s Wake: Mourners Pay Respects to Tim Russert
Tim Russert Funeral Set For Wednesday
Tim Russert Funeral Closed to the Public

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  1. chris says:

    Simply classy…

  2. Lin says:

    Maria Shriver’s poem is like you say very classy. Tim Russert was a great man, and so many people respected and admired him in so many ways, and it’s so sad that his life was cut short this way.

  3. Jeanne says:

    Does anyone know the origin of the poem, or it’s title.?

  4. Lin says:

    Hi Jeanne. I did a bit of research and found that the poem read by Maria Shriver at Tim Russert’s Funeral is taken from another poem. Here is the entire poem, written by Henry Van Dyke:

    A Parable of Immortality, by Henry Van Dyke

    “I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!”

    Gone where? Gone from my sight … that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes! there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

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