It might be spring, but still we can have all those dark and gloomy days, wondering what and why and what is next -- the loss of loved ones and disappointment that shakes our being. Yes, life goes on but what -- and how?

Can we even begin to imagine or feel the emptiness that filled the hearts of the apostles and friends of that man from Nazareth who they thought was there to change their lives? The horrible feeling of downright despair when he who had led them, had counseled them and helped them understand life was condemned to die on that infamous cross. What would we have experienced if we had been there when they hung him on the cross? And when they laid him in the tomb?

But then morning came.

Mary Magdalene hurried to the garden, her heart so heavy and sorrowing that she could barely bring one foot in front of the other as she went to the tomb of him who had been thought to be the Messiah. Yes, Easter morn had come!

The tomb was empty and Jesus Christ was risen from the dead. Hope sprang anew in the hearts of those who had thought all was lost. The resurrection of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ was real.

As we experience our own thoughts of what Easter means to us, we also must say to ourselves, "Now what?" Life should never be the same if we truly believe.

As we look at our own life, we hopefully can see how blessed we are that we do believe -- for faith is a gift, and nothing we have done could have deserved it. Our lives are filled with blessings.

So why should so many of us in our beautiful America be filled with sadness, hatred, envy and unhappiness. Are we confused and even dead wrong in what we think is owed to us as human beings?

Let's take a step back and consider what is really important in our lives. What transforms, what heals, what makes life worth living? The answer is pure and simple love -- giving and receiving, not just getting, not just having or acquiring. Love heals the lonely heart, and the heart that is bruised by the cares of our existence.

Where do we find love?

One day long ago, the act of one man demonstrated to us what can only be characterized as "Pure Love." The following is a poem by an unknown author that I believe shows us the way:

One Solitary Life ...

He was born in an obscure village. He worked in a carpenter shop until he was about thirty.

He then became an itinerant preacher. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn't go to college. He had no credentials but Himself.

After preaching three years, the public turned against Him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had on earth. He was laid in a borrowed grave.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned have not affected the life of man on the earth as much as that One Solitary Life!

His name is Jesus!

We need to return to that hill where long ago he died -- he who was and who is the way, the truth and the life. He did show us the way. How will we respond?

Let us rethink our lives, our desires, our priorities. Then we will know what is really important in life.

Ruth Moriarity is a member of The Hays Daily News Generations advisory group.