Relationships are all that last.
Did you know that?
If we all discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that we love them.
I feel like that sentiment pulls much of the curtain back on our purpose and meaning.
We sit and wonder about life.
Eventually, we wonder about the why of it all.
I sometimes wish we could always see it as simply as children do.
That death is not the end.
That there is easily so much more than this.
That everywhere we look is beauty, and hope.
And that in faith and grace, God overcomes the canyon that will eventually separate us all.
I have never heard the voice of a child so clear on this as in We Are Seven, by William Wordsworth: