Death
For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
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 break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance....
Here we see some figures at a time of dying. It seems one person,
cloaked in the blue of grace, lays fallen beside fallen crown, beneath the horse. A bishop stands ready, spiritual and prayerful, dying daily, and ready for transformation. Another figure turns her head, unable to face the dark form on the pale horse. A small child kneels, humble and trusting.
Across a great chasm, the sun rises between the two pillars, the promise of a brighter season to come, if only this passage is taken.
The banner of the white rose speaks of the bloom of a brighter time.
What must be relinquished? What must be grieved and released?
Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies, it remains alone, fruitless.
and a time for every matter under heaven:
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 break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance....
Here we see some figures at a time of dying. It seems one person,
cloaked in the blue of grace, lays fallen beside fallen crown, beneath the horse. A bishop stands ready, spiritual and prayerful, dying daily, and ready for transformation. Another figure turns her head, unable to face the dark form on the pale horse. A small child kneels, humble and trusting.
Across a great chasm, the sun rises between the two pillars, the promise of a brighter season to come, if only this passage is taken.
The banner of the white rose speaks of the bloom of a brighter time.
What must be relinquished? What must be grieved and released?
Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies, it remains alone, fruitless.
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