Qoheleth discovered this some five thousands something years ago!
Ad Summum! I really wanted to end with a poem today and I thought this one was truly fitting and beautiful!
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven!
Ecclesiastes 3:1
But to each their time and season- ya know!
I think this is my first video here! I really love when artist give a little introduction to their song!
♥ This is a song my aunt used to play for us over and over again when we were younger ♥
♥ This is a song my aunt used to play for us over and over again when we were younger ♥
It is the wonderful time of the year, again, between March and May where everything is in glorious bloom and sweet smell!
The time for swing and swinging ♪♫♪
It is the time when bulb flowers we plant in January to open up. This year it was the honour was for Hyacinths in my tiny little city garden!
I have been waiting for what I will learn from them this year- for without fault, every year I have been learning something from this simple planting habit! Life is pretty generous when we live it to the fullest! It is true that He came to give us the fullness of life!
A very generous friend of mine helped me this year in choosing the right architectural shape we want these hyacinths to grow! We were almost perfect, except that we left one bulb aside!
I thought we will plant it in a small pot and then she will take it when it opens up! To our infinite sadness it did not grow properly! For a whole month I saw her die slowly while the other were in wonderful health, growing and becoming so pretty! My heart ached for her so I decided to do a little transfer and put it in the ground near a bigger Gardenia plant! It seemed to like it but it still did not really grow, but at least it stopped becoming brown!
Last Saturday, I was praying in the morning and I suddenly remembered her- I prayed for her and after prayer I went to check on it! And lo and behold! It stated to do little small pink flowers! I was overjoyed!
This event could not get out of my head and a few little thoughts kept coming to my mind:
We are not trees and if our soil is infested- move under the shadow of His wings! He will stop the death of our souls, will take away what browns our days! Will renew our strength!
If we think our lives are slow and idle- they are not! We press on toward the goal every day to reach our heavenly destination!
That there is always hope- everything is beautiful in its time! Now when they all died, this little left behind one is a true gift!
Comparison is the thief of joy indeed! I was so sad for this little bulb only because I saw the other ones opening so marvelously filling the air with their scents!
No one is left behind- no matter how many times we think God might have forgotten us- He did not and will not!
Ad Summum! I really wanted to end with a poem today and I thought this one was truly fitting and beautiful!
Holy Sonnet X
By John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
