The hill flowers fade, but will bloom again next year.

But we never get back our youth.

Life is a fragile gift which we enjoy only briefly; our life is like the warming of oneself in the sun.

We live in a flash of light; before we know it, evening comes and night falls.

But the very fleetingness of life makes it all the more precious.

Lord may your gentle and sure light guide us on the unfolding road, so that we may walk with confidence towards the light that never fades and the life that never ends.

‘Come, Lord Jesus’
Lord Jesus, come into our weakness.
Come into our fears.
Come into our anxieties.
Come into our failures.
Come into our divisions.
Come into our grieving.
Come into our loneliness.
Come into our darkness.
Come into our doubting.
Come into our despair.
Come into our poverty of heart.
Come into our searching.
Come into our joys and hopes.
Come into our dying.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.