September 28, 2018
(St. Wenceslaus, Martyr)
There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every thing under the heavens.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
– a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
– a time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
– a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
– a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
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 be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
– a time of war, and a time of peace. . . .
God has made everything appropriate to its time, but has put the timeless into their hearts so they cannot find out, from beginning to end, the work which God has done. Eccl_3:1-11
So fear not, nor cling too tightly, beloved!
“For these times, they are a-changin’.”
But always TRUST in God!
As an aside, it’s interesting to study the quartet of activities of each sentence of the poem. For example, in the first we see the correlation between being born and planting, and between dying and uprooting. And that trend continues all the way up to the last sentence, where the correlation is, maybe a little counterintuitive: love/war, hate/peace. But isn’t that the truth! In times of war our bond of love for those closest to us becomes even tighter, even though they may be far away, but even more so in the ever-present threat of their loss through that war. And, on the contrary, in times of peace, we tend to take those loves for granted and even become more critical of others: maybe even critical enough to hate. The poem is really quite profound when your put some “time” into it!
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