why is beauty so fleeting, even the beauty of life?

So, in the midst of all the muck and mire, destruction and mayhem, sorrow and heartbreak in recent months, I want to give you some beauty.

Usually, flowers are meant to deliver an assortment of messages – a gesture of comfort during sadness, an apology or request for forgiveness, a congratulation, an acknowledgment of a wedding or other special occasion, or a “just-because” reason.

I have received many bouquets of flowers and each time have greatly appreciated the sentiment.

The Holy Bible–one of my revered reference books, written by many writers but inspired by One, – translates Psalms 90:10 this way: It says, in essence, that we are assigned at least 70 years (“threescore and ten”), not free of sorrow, and that our years are “soon cut off.”