For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together… Eccl 3:1-5a

In the midst of our taking down parts of our monastery, creation has a way of bringing to birth new growth.  In our soon-to-be-gone courtyard, this robin was protecting a nest located in a nearby downed tree. 

On the other side of the walkway, flowers bloom and droop, oblivious of how their world is going to change.  How often during this process God’s providential words bring solace and comfort, even in the smallness of little creatures.

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