“With life as short as a half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.” Rumi
Memory is an amazing gift, allowing us to cherish what has gone by, hold dear the faces of those we love, and at our best learn from both our mistakes and successes. Memory ties us to all and to who have gone before and giving us a sense of belonging, knowing where we come from and what people are part of the story that shapes us. Memory held honestly reminds us of the brevity of life, that our years are all too short and that too many of our best intentions are lost as the days and years rush by.
These days we may be mindful even more poignantly than usual of the gift and challenge of memory. We ask ourselves repeatedly, what will history say about the events of this time, how will our descendants judge the decisions being made by those in power now? What will be the mark imprinted by the days in which we live?
As people of faith we trust in the long memory of God, who reminds us of reasons for hope, who retells us stories of forgiveness, who remembers with us that love is always possible and is all that we have. Life is brief, as Rumi insists, as brief as a half-taken breath; what then do we do with this half-breath but to shape it with love. As people of faith in this time, let us plant love even in the face of hatred, let us plant love even in the midst of fear, let us plant love even surrounded by short-sightedness, and be remembered not for the power we wielded or wealth we accumulated, but by legacy of love we have planted.