Shakespeare wrote that “Journeys end in lovers’ meeting”. After death we shall not only meet again those we have loved and who have loved us, but we shall encounter a love greater than any we could imagine – the love of God.
I’ve recently been pondering some lines by W.B. Yeats:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.
