As for a man,
his days are like grass,
he flowers like the
flowers of the field.
The wind blows.
We do not know
from where did it come
whereto did it go.
You do not know
The place of the wind.
But God's love
is everlasting.
(Leaning on Psalm 102 of the Holy Bible) .
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What a reassurance that fragile man is always loved with a love everlasting! : -)