These lines are from a poem called “Mortality” by William Knox:
Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of lightning, a break of the wave,
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
Well, I know you often read to find solace and comfort, and not to be greeted by the grimness of your own mortality. It is Lent, and at the time that spring is springing and the birds are singing and the grass is greening, death is all around. Spring is a welcomed relief and a warm encounter with the sun and with life emerging from the cold and dark grip of winter.
Your one fleeting life is precious and beautiful. What grips and holds you down as you reach for the light? Or do you even reach any more? Can you skip lightly into the spring of your life? A life that can still bloom and blossom? A vital, vivacious life?
Face to face with my own mortality lunges me more into life. Jesus said that he has come that you and I might have life and have it more abundantly. Living in a holy love and from a sacred center awakens every cell of my body. I come alive and connect with others and the world in tenderness and awe. Life isn’t only trying to finish off a bucket list; instead it is love incarnate finding expression in the likes of you and me!
Share and receive love. Love your neighbour. Love your community. Love the stranger. Love your Mother Earth. All is holy and sacred and love is the seed, a seed that most grow in you. Love is beyond the ephemeral. It is eternal and holds all in an abundance of care and wonder. Love is the eternal spring and the one true light. Rejoice and be glad! The spring has come!