It's good to be reminded every so often that all the hustle and bustle in which we immerse ourselves really is for naught. Wishing you a fruitful Lenten season.
As for man, his days are like grass;
he flowers like the flower of the field;
the wind blows and he is gone
and his place never sees him again.
he flowers like the flower of the field;
the wind blows and he is gone
and his place never sees him again.
from the Office of Readings, Psalm 103
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