Life is beautiful precisely because it is fragile. A fine porcelain cup is cherished not only for its elegance but because it could shatter with a single fall. Its worth lies in its delicacy. A plastic cup, by contrast, may endure countless drops, but for that very reason it carries little value. So it is with life: its temporary and tender nature is what makes every breath sacred. Flowers, too, teach us this truth. They bloom in radiant splendor only to wither within days. Their fleeting existence calls us to notice them, to care for them, to admire them deeply while they are here. Their fragility is their glory, and in that glory is the quiet whisper of God Himself—His beauty shining in every delicate form, His oneness expressed in each life no matter how brief.
And yet, though flowers fade, they return each spring. Life follows this rhythm, rising and renewing in endless cycles. Like the waves of the ocean, each crest is unique, a singular moment of beauty that will never be repeated. And when it breaks upon the shore—when it dissolves—it does not vanish but rejoins the vast sea from which it came. The ocean births new waves again and again, each distinct, yet all connected. In this way, life’s fragility does not diminish its eternity but reveals it: each moment precious, each soul unique, all of existence flowing in an unending return. A precious flower renewed. And through it all, the eternal presence of God, who fills every wave, every flower, every breath.
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