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;

 

 

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3 comments

    1. 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.

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