MicMac is not looking for any sandbars today, but it seemed like a good time to quote Tennyson.
Crossing the Bar
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.
Tennyson wrote this poem in 1889, three years before he died. It describes his placid and accepting attitude toward death. His metaphor of a sand bar describes the barrier between life and death.