“Come to us Father, in the watches of the night. Come to us as you always came, bringing to us the invincible sustenance of your strength, the limitless treasure of your bounty, the tremendous structure of your life that will shape all lost and broken things on earth again into a golden pattern of exultancy and joy.” ― Thomas Wolfe
How often do we spend so many precious moments on trivialities, on contrivances that we lose focus on what is truly precious? Shouldn’t we honor the living before they are gone?
How can we do this?
We do this by trying to love them. We do this by letting them know they are valued. We do this by being responsible for our actions. We do this by deciding what our existence will be. We do this by trying to live deliberately because the dead cannot. We do this by understanding that we are unfinished work. We realize that their work was done yet love joins us in the middle.
Love, the great actualizing agent for change, allows to us to grasp an essence of what they were, what they could have been, and what we can be. To honor them we must try to give and be able to receive earnestly.
It’s unreasonable to ask someone to live every day deliberately. It’s impossible to embrace a difficult life rather than running from difficulty. We cannot things perfectly.
Yet, it is always a very good thing to honor the dead in some small or large fashion.
Sincerity. We must be sincere when we do it.
Fixate for a moment on their death and the worthiness of your life and their life will ensue. The dead and living, in that moment, will become one.
“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.” ~Marcus Tullius Cicero”