To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to laugh, a time to weep.
To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to build up, a time to break down. A time to dance, a time to mourn. A time to cast away stones. A time to gather stones together.
To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of war, a time of peace. A time you may embrace. A time to refrain from embracing.
To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to gain, a time to lose. A time to rend, a time to sow. A time for love, a time for hate. A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
The following words are written by Andy Rooney an Americanradio and television writer, a humorist and political commentator. He says, I've learned that...
The best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person. When you're in love, it shows. Just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day. Having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. Being kind is more important than being right. You should never say no to a gift from a child.
Nomatter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with. Sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand. Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. We should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. Money doesn't buy class. It's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
Under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved. To ignore the facts does not change the facts. When you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you. Love, not time, heals all wounds. The easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am. Everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. No one is perfect until you fall in love with them. Life is tough, but I'm tougher. Opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss. When you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere. I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away. One should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. When your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life. Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it. The less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.
Abu Hamid al-Ghazali (1058-1111), popularly known as "Imam Ghazali", was a 12th century Islamic jurist, theologian, philosopher and mystic from Persia.
Imam Ghazali woke up one morning and offered his prayers. He asked for his white shroud, kissed it, and stretched himself out full length. Then saying, "Lord, I obey willingly", he breathed his last.
Underneath his headrest they found the following verses:
Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,
I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh It was my abode and my garment for a time.
I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid, Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine, I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted, I am a bird, and this body was my cage Whence I have now flown forth and it is left as a token Praise to God, who hath now set me free And prepared for me my place in heaven, Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst. Now I live in truth, with the graveclothes discarded.
Today I hold converse with the saints above, With no veil between, I see God face to face. I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read Whatever was and is and all that is to be.
Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground, Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment. Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten, I have passed on my way and you are left behind Your place of abode was no dwelling place for me.
Think not that death is death, nay, it is life, A life that surpasses all we could dream of here, While in this world, here we are granted sleep, Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged Be not frightened when death draweth night, It is but the departure for this blessed home Think of the mercy and love of your Lord, Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.
What I am now, even so shall you be For I know that you are even as I am The souls of all men come forth from God The bodies of all are compounded alike Good and evil, alike it was ours I give you now a message of good cheer: May God's peace and joy for evermore be yours.
