All people are like grass,
and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the Lord blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.
Here at this link
https://reflexionesparavivir.com/reflection/3004/stained-glass-windows-iii-passing-through-divine-fire/
I invite you to read:
Stained Glass Windows III - Passing Through Divine Fire -
a reflection with these words in mind...
