” There is a time to work and play,
A time to eat and sleep;
A time to study and to pray,
A time to laugh and weep;
A time for fellowship that’s sweet,
A time for sacred song;
But never is there time to treat
A human being wrong.
There is a time to lift men up
And help them on life’s road;
A time to drain their bitter cup
And share their heavy load;
A time to bless them with our grace
And boost them all along;
But never is there time and place
To treat our fellows wrong.
There is a time to help men seek.
Our God who saves the soul;
A time to show them that the meek
Shall reach life’s highest goal;
A time to help them turn aside
And leave the wicked throng;
But never did our God provide
A time to treat men wrong.
——–Walter E. Isenhour
For each day there is that which is stable and that which brings change. May we each know when it is our time to stand strong and a time to embrace change. When we can be sure of these times, then we are in atunement with the Divinity of the Universe. We may not always understand but we can trust and follow our Divine intuition. This poem is from a book called “For This One Hour. My father gave it to me when I was sixteen years old. I have drawn comfort from it many times over the years. I hope you will also enjoy this selection.
Where in the Blue Ridge are you, if I may ask? I grew up in the foothills near Grandfather, Table Rock, Sitting Bear, Blowing Rock, Boone, etc. I remember areas like this all around.
Actually my best friend lives down there so I am there yearly. It is such a beautiful area. Hugs,Barbara
it’s a poem filled with meaning, isn’t it? Never, ever is there a time to treat others wrong.
No there is never a time. I hope you are doing well. I appreciate your comment. Hugs, Barbara
Barbara, though I haven’t quoted scripture, I have written about exactly this a lot lately on my blog — that there is a season for everything. There is a season of certainty, a season for letting go, a season for embracing, a season for not knowing. I find this helpful to remember as a parent, too, that there is a season for being sleepless, being homebound, being exhausted, etc! Blessings, Barbara. Lisa