To Every Season
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
Unfortunately, we seem to be in that time of death lately, too many of our friends and family have passed on. Just as spring has passed and the heat of summer is upon us. It’s time to stop and admire the blossoms brave enough to stand up to this blast of 100º days and remember those no longer with us.
May they all rest in peace.