Words and their power are what make humans who they are,
Our capacity to communicate through words has enables us to build civilization.
But often, human language is inadequate to express
what we truly feel and know deep within us.
Like. we do not even have enough words to capture and describe
all the possible shades of colors in a rainbow.
Indeed, it is also true that a picture can be worth a thousand words.
Like, “death” is a word that conveys finality and the end of life.
That is why we often see death as a fearsome prospect.
And yet we know that life is not taken away;
but rather our existence is transformed into another dimension.
Metamorphosis may seem more like it;
but it does not quite capture the sadness that death often brings.
A baby, if it were already conscious and and able to decide,
would never want to leave the comforts and safety of the womb.
And yet it must be violently expelled from the womb
to come into a fuller and more complete life.
We have a better term to describe a seed dying –
it germinates, leaving its skin behind to give rise to a new plant.
As the Holy Week begins, these are the thoughts that keep playing in my mind.
“I tell you, if they keep silent, the stones will cry out!”