This has been a hard week with sad news, but out of all the horror of that night in Las Vegas, tales of heroism, of self-sacrifice, of love are coming out. In the face of unspeakable evil, it is the goodness found in the human soul and the actions of simple people answer the call to a higher good that gives me hope for this old world. The Universe talks about the power of love and I saw that in Vegas, in the actions of off-duty first responders, veterans, and people who were just there. I saw it in the actions of on-duty responders, of firefighters teaming with police and heading into the teeth of the firestorm.
Little did they know, Silver, how much they had done, how many they had reached, or the power of their love.
Until, of course, it was all returned, many, many times over.
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Yet such is the case, Silver, in time and space, where the harvest must follow the seasons.
I’m reminded of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, the original “version” of the Byrds’ song “Turn, Turn, Turn.” To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which 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; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, 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 keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Seasons. They come and go, reminding us of the circle of life. Just remember to love and do good today instead of sowing discourse or spewing hateful words. We’ve had enough of that this week. Me? I’m going to go write about two people falling in love because we all need a little romance and a lot of love in our lives.