Cedars exists because there is still work to do.
There are so many stories left to tell. There are many injustices that need to be spoken. There are truths and depths to be uncovered, lost joys to be unearthed, relationships to be mended. There is still so much beauty. Out of grounds that were unfamiliar, the cedar trees of King Solomon's temple, brought from foreign lands, adapted, grew, and thrived in new and unfamiliar places, rising up from soils they did not know. And so we adapt, and we create in whatever environments we are found. We grow. We become. We question. Everything changes - it might be over soon - and we are still part of a story that's being written every moment, with every breath.