Goodbye to clocks ticking and Mama's sunflowers and food and coffee and new ironed dresses and hot baths and sleeping and waking up. Oh Earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Maybe the saints and the poets. A part of the comfort that comes on All Saints Day is that life is lived. Life is gone.
Life lives again.
Sure, there is that gift of memory that helps us. There is that gift of hope. There is a gift of comfort. It is all there and that is a part of the message of the gospel. I had a wedding yesterday, and I went out to take a look at it.