In the churchyard next to St Edmundsbury Cathedral, the cow parsley is at full height and for the next few weeks the gravestones have disappeared under a sea of white flowers. This is like our lives. We blossom and flourish, but all the time the grave, our mortality defines our existence. The Bible puts it like this: "our days are like the grass; we flourish like a flower of the field; when the wind goes over it, it is gone and its place will know it no more. But God's merciful goodness endures for ever". You are welcome to ponder the reality of our lives at St Edmundsbury Cathedral.