There’s a lovely poem by Wordsworth called ‘Intimations of Immortality’ which includes these words:
‘Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea…’

It reminds me of those poignant words from the Book of Ecclesiastes, “God has set eternity in our hearts.” There are times when we catch fleeting glimpses of it and realise again that we are destined for something far more than the limitations of this present life. That’s why even the very best of this life never proves fully satisfying, because we were made for something bigger.