A Peaceful Death

I was thinking about life and death...

I remembered my bulbs, the ones that the person who takes care of the maintenance in the office killed accidentely. 

I replanted those and everyone in the office thought that I was crazy (a fairly true judgement ) but I did that anyway and prayed they would live again.

Surprisingly (or not very much so because I know my God when it comes answering prayers) they began to form green tiny thing that will come to full bloom in spring.

It was amazing, seeing them coming to life again.

Life and death come in an inseparable duo. A sure and peaceful heart regarding the end is the impulse to a lively and confident existence. 

I get sad when I see people looking at death as something morbid, they seem to have a very gloomy life. 

Oh! I am not referring to the prevailing meaning of wanting to die as in wanting everything to stop, a meaning that comes from exasperation and hopelessness. What I am referring to is the particular meaning of death that comes from knowing that  life came to us through the Death of Christ, that meaning which gives you an eagerness to live, to do more because fear is conquered.

Living because He died and dying because He lives.

I want to remind myself about it...
It is like like when you hold your breath for so long and then let it go...
It is not a feeling... It is like when you want to say something but you keep thinking of the rights words but they won't come, or like an image so so clear in your head that it almost looks like nothing?!
It is more like a knowledge but a knowledge you are not sure you know it enough or understand it well...

But I'll try to shape it a bit... 

The thunder and flower and oceans and rivers...

A merciful hand over us. Transforming
Hurtful falls and deep wounds...  a Spirit consoling repairing, renewing !
Tears 

Smiles
The eyes of people and stories behind them...
Beauty... beautiful beauty!
Love on a cross... Of Christ!

An inexplicable joy and unexpected peace...
Miracles that happen every second or fraction of second...

Insanity... of radical choices... of martyrdom... made possible because of Him and for Him...
Gracefully aging!

Failures! Of a second and third and fourth try

Undying Hope, of a Resurrected King


A song you can't stop singing, 

Something that resembles a lifetime of wondering!

It is hard when souls try to speak... Saint Augustine describes is so eloquently:

Beauty so ancient and so new
Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and so new,
late have I loved you!
Lo, you were within,
but I outside, seeking there for you,
and upon the shapely things you have made I rushed headlong,
I, misshapen.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
They held me back far from you,
those things which would have no being
were they not in you.
You called, shouted, broke through my deafness;
you flared, blazed, banished my blindness;
you lavished your fragrance, I gasped, and now I pant for you;
I tasted you, and I hunger and thirst;
you touched me, and I burned for your peace.

Augustine, Confessions X.27.38