Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes. The sun rises and the sun sets, then hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south, and then turns north. Around and around it goes, blowing in circles. Rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows out again to the sea.
Even as our experience is rooted in things we try to keep track of with time, there is a timelessness to things. This can feel meaningless when we seek meaning exclusively from the things themselves. But, the Source of things provides the meaning of them and this transforms them from futility to gift. In this way, there is even a kind of comfort from the motion of this endless cycling, of which we are beneficiaries.
We have much for which to be grateful — so much has been provided, including our access to the Source itself.
