To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
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 weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent 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
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xoabb
photo courtesy of mum bum
I love this picture! My grandmother used to have flowers like this in her garden, brings back great memories!
ReplyDeleteIs it Serene Sunday already;)?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I do love those bleeding hearts. It's not fair that they are so far ahead of us in their bloomtime. Wahhh.
ReplyDeleteNope, no Sunday Serenity here, more like Tuesday Tributes and Tribulations. I posted the picture and immediately thought of that passage. And what with the "deaths" of my bluebird babies-to-be yesterday, and the way I feel about the wars going on around the world, this is a tribute and a protest all rolled up into one! So there!
ReplyDeletenice shot...sweet words for anyday
ReplyDeleteA beautiful picture and a beautiful tribute...I hope the time of peace is soon.
ReplyDeleteAre those Fuschias?
ReplyDeleteWhat a beauty of a poem!
NP -
ReplyDeleteNope, not fuschia but bleeding hearts - one of my favorite Spring blooms!
Bleeding Hearts? I think. Anyway, one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...I've tried to grow Bleeding Hearts, but it's just too warm. And the passage is perfect for the loss of the baby birdies. *sigh*
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