Poor health gives us the gift of remembering our lifespan. When we face our mortality, it is a good time to discover beauty. It is a good time to trasure not only life, short and sweet as the flowers of grass, but still more to cherish the things that last.
A good time for mercy is now. A good time for truth is now. And love. . . is. Look up--look beyond me. You're on the verge of it. No matter what you have to go through to get to it, when you meet that sheer living wall of love that goes on forever, it won't be a minute too soon.
Meeting pure love is the most beautiful experience of a lifetime--but it is not as easy as you might imagine. That love is a burning passion, a fire that refines. It burns away everything that is not worthy of it in an instant. It leaves you raw, and weak, and broken. Once you meet it, you know beyond any doubt that you cannot sustain yourself without eternal love. It is a good time to admit that you need it like fire needs oxygen. It is a good time to drop every intention and desire to act against the power of love. It is a good time to be welcomed into a love that cannot die.