Wise poetry

Written thousands of years ago by Solomon, an exceptionally wise man:

Everything Has Its Time

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

In the whole panorama of life, there is space for different seasons – and it is comforting that these changes themselves will change.  So sometimes we may be sad or grieve for a while, but there will again be reasons to be happy.  This brings hope.

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;





  1. Amazing poem. For everything there is a perfect time. If we walk along with time, we do wonders and be the best of ourselves. The time is well depicted in your magical poem.

    “She loves, cares and never complains,
    She’s Panacea who takes away my pains.”
    Read an ode on “Mother” at
    Hope you will like it. Don’t forget to leave a comment as it’s precious. 🙂

    • Akash, thank you for sharing with us your poem about a mother. It’s good to affirm people and say how much they mean to us – and time is part of that. Friends or family we have known for a long time become precious and impossible to replace because of shared experiences.
      Thank you for contributing to this conversation.

      • Thanks a lot for reading my poem. The thoughts you expressed are beautiful 😊

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