To everything there is a season.
Last Sunday an acquaintance tragically died through misadventure. This tenuous thread called life is but a blink of time during which we live, love, learn and leave. Like the seasons, we too shall pass. Yet to live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die. – Thomas Campbell
This weekend we celebrate the passing of spring and the beginning of summer. Nature reminds us that for everything there is a purpose. King Solomon wrote these words 3000 years ago, Pete Seeger set them to lyrics and the Byrds sang it. (listen here Turn )
To everything
There is a season
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may…
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons. ~Ruth Ann Schabacker
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. - Abraham Lincoln