Following President Obama’s miraculous healing speech at the memorial service in Tucson, I’m reminded of some words of Ecclesiastes. I’m not a traditional religious person, but like the President’s closing words about jumping puddles in heaven, I can believe in the emotional truth and poetry without having the faith.
Image taken from Al Rodger’s masterful return Requiem diary on Kos.
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.
As part of this open thread, please allow yourself to smile again below the flip.