If we are privileged to glimpse any semblance of the world to come in this our present time, it is certainly to be found in the spring, on a playground filled with children. To see their pent-up vitality running riotous after a long winter, while the flowers spring to life around them – to watch the girls gathering spontaneous bouquets of crocuses while their friends soar on the swings next to them, or the boys muddying their pants while retrieving the kickball from a tangle of bright forsythias – is to come face to face with something eternal in the forms of life.
Well done, Mark. Very commendable work .