A Time To Every Purpose
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when seasons fade to autumn then bloom to spring
and in between a tick gives birth or dies to a winter sun,
life’s seasons change from laughter to tears like a wing
accepting; just as one begins, its ritual is almost done.
Then back around again and again with one more swing
as the hands of years’ journeys are fast-forward spun.
Whether crimson trees , snowflakes , ruby fire or rain,
each cycle has a timely walk through breath span’s lane.
A time to mourn, a time to dance: there is a season;
embracing the heaven's compass itself without reason.
(c)
“To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:”
-- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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Any Couplet Part #2
For Laura Loo's contest
Reposted 5/14/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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