I am by no means a biblical man, but I love this one. This was the second reading at Saffy's funeral. I never heard it in full till that day, but it stayed with me.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
a time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
The list can go on ad infinitum; it helps to put things in perspective - everything must cease, the good and the bad. Enjoy the fleeting moments for what they are - now that cliche makes sense to me - don't take yourself so serious. Damn!
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