bouquet

My wedding bouquet is long dead. In fact, it was dead the day I married. Cut flowers are dead flowers and we hold them for their last bit of glory. I love a good bouquet, but I have always found it a little odd too. That we have to destroy something to enjoy it seems all a little too macabre. Yet there is a story of redemption in death. We are to die to self and then we are made new. Humans have a fascination with death don't we? It is the one realm we can not see. We know it exists yet we have no idea what lies beyond the grey veil. As followers of The Way, we hopefully look to death as the threshold to seeing our saviour face to face - and falling on our faces in praise. Yet we don't know for certain what it will all look like. We can’t even tell you where heaven is. 

Because that is not our concern, or it shouldn't be, We are but a wisp of time here on earth. From the moment we are conceived we are on the slow walk to death. Our bouquet does not last forever. We can choose what it will look like, we can choose what fragrance we wish to emit. But inevitably time will come to become compost.