If it’s true that we are dust
and that from the moment of birth
we are heading towards death,
then are not all our words
like a dying breath—
an exhalation of hope
that our voices will be heard
after we’re gone?
Like the light of stars
shining for years,
sending light across the universe
long after the star has burnt out.
Are we perhaps,
though weak and frail,
yet destined for eternity,
little flurries of stardust?
Very beautiful indeed.
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Thanks, Nico! ✨
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Love your words! God bless your Lenten journey!
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Thank you, Elizabeth! May you also have a fruitful Lent and many blessings as you grow closer to our Lord!
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