What if I told you
this existence was a never ending circle
life to death;
death to life.
The way of nature
shows us every day.
The flower blooming,
lying dormant beneath the cold;
but to bloom again in its season.
A continuation of generations. Immortality through the family line.
Similarly, the life of a person:
ebbs and flows of emotion,
death and loss of things held once dear.
The old self, the new self.
A reinvention of oneself. Who will you be now?
Patterns and habits seem to be cyclical. The snake eating itself.
But what if I told you
our aim is eternity.
Bios passes away to be resurrected
and never die again.
The way things are disprove this.
Except for One who came into history.
To make all things new and forever in His presence.
Death never eternal, only life eternal.