There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every affair under the heavens.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
Notes and Credits
The photos of the tree at the beginning of this post were taken by the author from my dining room window on Caton Avenue in Brooklyn, 11218. The tree is in the Bowling Green of the Prospect Park Parade Grounds.
The photos of the trees forming an arch over the sidewalk were taken by the author at the Prospect Park Parade Grounds, Caton Avenue sidewalk, 11218.
The story: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
And a time to sing whilst riding on horses …
4 responses to “The truth and every purpose”
Trees have so much to tell us about life. Your photos were wonderful. I would love to walk along that path where the branches look like linked hands. Lovely!
Selma, Thank you as always for your thoughts. It’s quite nice living next to a park. Many hours of enjoyment with the seasons. I have some more photos to put up… got a great one a hungry squirrel during my son’s baseball practice last week. Then there’s trying to get back more posting (darn job)… be well, write well, cheers!
I’m speechless, John.
These are gorgeous!
ps. I miss you too!
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