On beaches children build castles and nestle their feet in mounds of warm sand covering their little bodies until the tide washes them clean. You’d not imagine that at a young age this was only for the present time – not for years to come except in memory. And just as tiny eggs become king salmon, the time comes for the king and queen to swim upstream to their birth place – to leave their lives alone. A new season brings new births and the process begins again.
So it is with our lives. From the playful sands of the beach to living dreams and careers we grow old and return to a helpless state as at birth. And then we let go, and the process begins again. Our place leaves room for someone new.
The life cycle of birth and death is the pattern for all creation. In God’s good plan there is creation and re-creation to a new mode of being. The beginning has an ending which is a new beginning. It is a miraculous plan that we can assess
but can’t fully understand. Our choice is to greet the transition gently, or grieve the dying cocoon.
I don’t know about the future of fish. Perhaps their work is done by feeding the hungry. For us as children of God the God within us never dies. Our new emptiness leaves room for the Spirit to dwell in us as if joining a sea of love. We return into the body of God from which we received birth.
“If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.” (Romans 14:8)