Heidi Viars

Time is a measure of joy and of pain,
An allotment for seasons, for sun and rain.
Beginning and end is the breadth of time’s span –
Time on earth has a limit for man.

The Creator, all-wise and knowing all things,
Made time for us here to bring us to Him.
He set our clocks to run their course;
Nothing can change the Hand and its force.

No one knows when the time will be spent,
When this life and the world will come to their end.
Lord, teach me today that tomorrow can wait,
And that tears over yesterday might be to late.

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 kill, and a time to heal;
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;
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 tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (ESV)
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(Pictures and poetry, Heidi Viars, 2017)