“The wind blows, and we are gone— as though we had never been here.”
She’s a real beauty, this daylily.
She’s all that.
And a bag of chips.
But she doesn’t strut her stuff. She doesn’t twirl and sashay and make all the other flowers feel inferior.
Not one bit.
The thing is, she’s humble. Quiet. Understated.
She knows a little something about herself, you see.
As in, she blooms today. Today. Tomorrow, not so much.
Literally, she will bloom for one twenty four hour period.
Hence the name – daylilies literally bloom for a day, and then fade away.
August is daylily season. And it reminds me every year, as I stare down the looming beginning of the new school year, that summer is – well, short and sweet. It passes quickly.
It reminds me that I, in light of human history and God’s eternal presence, am merely a daylily.
As Jon Foreman would croon, this skin and bones is a rental. You and I are not permanent residents. Life and history and the pace of change all tell of the short-term impact we have on our surroundings.
Which means that our few moments in the sun are important and valuable.
We need to make them count.
Our choices today matter. Our thoughts matter. Our words and actions and intentions matter.
Not because we have anything to prove, that we have somehow to link our importance to our hustle – but because we matter to God.
I so love that.
Mindfulness is less trying to muscle up some sort of superhuman strength to defy our own mortality. Rather, it is being fully awake in the fully gifted moments we have been given. And to be fully awake, we need to be fully aware that we are daylilies.
Fully temporary creatures headed to a fully eternal destiny.
It’s humbling. It puts our beauty and angst and suffering and joy all into perspective. It is nothing – and yet everything. A flash, a lightning bolt, a single second – and yet somehow sets us up for the long haul.
What a conundrum.
There’s a remarkable tension here, in a moment that stretches to eternity, a life that is a breath to the ancients, a daylily who simply chooses to bloom in the 24 hours she’s allotted.
Make peace with your impermanence with me?
Father, we are but a breath, whereas You invented the time/space continuum. We are so inconsequential, yet we matter to the King of Heaven. Teach us to number our days, that we would gain a heart of wisdom. Amen.