There's a time for everything.
A time to live, a time to die;
A time to laugh, a time to cry;
A time to run, and a time to play;
A time to rise, and enjoy the day.
Remembering the days of old,
Of the laughter as a child, and in doing what I was told.
The homework, the fun, the joy I share with my family.
Those cherished memories have faded far far from me.
Swift, as a blink of an eye, they went.
So precious was the time I spent.
The warmth, firmness of my father's strong arms, hugging me…
I know my mother would love to be able to embrace him and kiss.
Well, that time has gone far far away.
The comfortable security of brother, father,
uncle, grandmother, and grandfather, so so close,
but now so so far away has drain my heart empty.
However, remembering that there's a time for everything.
I manage to fuel back up.
Finding the peace and tranquility needed again
to renew my spirit, if not my heart.
Gearing up for whatever drive necessary I need to be in.
Protecting and guarding the lingering sorrow
accompanied by mixed emotions that eases with time,
in that I cannot pretend.
For there is a season, when all things must come to an end.
When I must endure the loss of virtue
that draws from my veins, my spirit, and my soul
and try very hard very hard to stand right up and stay in full control.
Knowing one day, I too, will have to enter into the realms of eternal sleep.
And my dear hearts when I do, remember…dare not y'all weep.
Hold on to all the memories of laughter, joy,
and new mercies y'all should sing.
Comfort your hearts in knowing that there's just a time for everything.
Eccl. 3:1 - "To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven."