TIME​This came to me when I lost my best friend!
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For everything under Heaven there is a Season



  A time to plant, and a time to reap

  A time for building up, and a time for tearing down

  A time to be born, and a time to die

  A time to weep, and a time to laugh

  A time to mourn, and a time to dance
All things under Heaven are Sacred

All things under Heaven have their time and place

Who are we to question

Who are we to doubt
We rise up and think that we know

We think that we are the ones

We become arrogant with things not of our making
And when those things are torn from us

And we are plucked down from our high places

We think that Heaven is against us

We think that we are not loved
But Heaven has been planting with us

And Heaven has been building with us

And when it is time, Heaven weeps with us

And when we are left naked and alone, Heaven is too
For the promise of Heaven is that we shall laugh

  And once again to dance

That we shall begin again to plant

And once again to build things up
And in the laughing

And in the dancing

And in the building up

We shall come to know anew that all things under Heaven are Sacred

And that we were never naked or alone
For everything under Heaven there is a Season

  A time for holding on, and a time for letting go

  And a time for us to heal
John Michael Kessler, 12/6/2003