until we are healed

Of all the times - Time be the recorder,

Of all the things - Time be the robber,

Of all the sorrows - Time be the healer,

Of all the powers - Time be the taker.

                                                Unknown

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On this fall morning

as morning struggles to arrive

I sit and stare at windows which are dead eyes

staring back

There is nothing there,

no mountain dusted with snow

no golden aspens, fluttering in the breeze

just blackness, unrelenting

and yet I know the mountain is there,

the aspen too

somewhere the sun creeps slowly toward the horizon

and this dark moment will pass

in this timeless moment

when the world has stopped

in this difficult moment

when it seems as if nothing will change

as the darkness of hate and greed seem unrelenting

and it feels as if it will be always night

never morning

we must look beyond

time is relentless

as relentless as that sun that soon shall rise over

the jagged teeth of the Seven Devils

It feels so shallow to say, “this too shall pass’

but it shall

and that Force which drives the universe

that Power which set time in motion

that One who envisioned and created us

that One who loves us

is in time

and those who think their momentary triumphs

of hate and greed

will stand

are mistaken

for although what we do now

is written into the fabric of the universe

so that the very soul of creation is imprinted with our acts

for good or ill

time moves on

and what is, passes and goes away

empires and buildings crumble and fall

and with them the arrogance of human kind

power comes, and goes

and comes and goes again

even the arrogant who smugly strut and smirk

will find, someday, their power gone

their hands empty

and perhaps, perhaps, their souls lost

and sorrow too

for time is the healer

it is not just that we forget the pain, the hurt

the loss, the defeat

it is truly that over time

love and light gently flow over and around us

through us

slowly filling the empty places

easing the pain

calming our hearts

until we are healed

it is not that all sorrow flees, is cured

but it is healed

transformed

and becomes a doorway into what is next

Thank your creator God

Thank you heavenly father / mother

For bringing your loving presence into time

and help us to know

that all will be well

in time