The Beauty of Death

As a healthcare chaplain in New York City and New Haven for twelves years, I encountered death every day. I witnessed over time that death, despite the pain of separation, can be, and is beautiful.

As I walked through Goddard Memorial Park this week, I realized that the leaves I see in vivid reds, yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples are actually in the dying process.

I have always found nature to be a mirror. If nature's death is beautiful, can't ours be too?