Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Last rose of summer

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build. A time to mourn and a time to dance....
Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

turn, turn, turn....

Funny, isn't it- how everything hangs onto life. And how the last rose of summer is often the most beautiful rose of summer..

Seems that the roses won't give up- won't let go. There certainly are people who won't either. They hang on long after it seems that they should have faded and blown away.

I wonder what holds us here- keeps us hanging on? I wonder what keeps us from moving on?

We know that the rose will bloom again - come spring.

I'm sure that we will too....

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