Some Things Abide

The tide washes seashells on the beach as the waves break and the foam comes paddling like puppies' feet on the sand. Receding, it takes many shells with it. A few remain.

The summertime poppies bloom in splendor for a few weeks. Then they're gone. But after the brilliant blossoms have faded and died the plant scatters its seed to the wind, and next year more poppies bloom in unsuspected places.

But some things abide: memories of loved ones and of worthwhile deed; the good seeds which have been sown and which reproduce after their kind; the bread cast upon the water; the souls of men; love.

The fun and folly of summer will soon be gone and forgotten. But that which we do for God will last throughout eternity.