This is where my father and his family once lived on Potter Street in Providence, Rhode Island.
My father lived 1930-2011.
I took this picture last week.
My father’s house is now gone and my dad is now dead.
There is now a community garden at this location.
Here is what it says in Isaiah 40:6-8-—
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
All flesh is grass.
With a garden now where my dad once lived, you can say this is true in both a literal and figurative sense.
The things we most value have a season and they have no season. They are transient and they are eternal. They require a careful tending and they grow wild.