Hevel, Hevel.
Life is Hevel.
No, not meaningless... the English translation of the word Hevel does not quite grasp its meaning. Hevel means a vapor, a smoke, a wisp that is here but a moment and gone forever. Life is not meaningless, it is however, Hevel.
A comfort to the tormented soul.
A console to the heart that grapples with the bitterness and cruelty of life.
A relief to the child who walks to school in threadbare clothes.
A respite to the beggar on the street.
Everything is Hevel.
Here now, gone tomorrow.
This too, shall pass.
The good, and the bad.
The only thing that matters then, is to love God and love people.
Life is Hevel.
No, not meaningless... the English translation of the word Hevel does not quite grasp its meaning. Hevel means a vapor, a smoke, a wisp that is here but a moment and gone forever. Life is not meaningless, it is however, Hevel.
A comfort to the tormented soul.
A console to the heart that grapples with the bitterness and cruelty of life.
A relief to the child who walks to school in threadbare clothes.
A respite to the beggar on the street.
Everything is Hevel.
Here now, gone tomorrow.
This too, shall pass.
The good, and the bad.
The only thing that matters then, is to love God and love people.
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