Treasure the Transient

The Japanese has a traditional custom of enjoying the transient beauty of cherry blossoms. They called it, “hanami.”

hanamiRecently my wife and I made a trip to Tokyo. We saw groups of young people, families and men in their business suits having an outdoor party under the full plumage of the white, pink and red cherry blossoms. They were enjoying a “hanami” under the flowering trees.

The beauty of these cherry blossoms only last about a week or two. The window of viewing and enjoying them is short.

Undoubtedly these cherry blossoms taught us to treasure the transient.

Besides these flowers, many other things in life are transient. They too fade.

Treasure the transient while you can – your health and mobility, your marriage partner, good friends and your children while they are still small and playful.

There is a poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in New York Hospital. She has only 6 months left to live. She will never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.

She has an important message to say to everybody in her poem, “Slow Dance.”

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores running through your head?

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,’Hi’

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift …
Thrown away.

Life is not a race
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

So the Psalmist prays:

“Lord, make me to know my end and what is the extent of my days; let me know how transient I am” (Psalm 39:4 NASB).


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