
Let time
Let time in its winsome sphere
Gather what it will
But leave its joyful pleasures here
Let time in its cruel cascade
Drain the youth from the chalice
But leave the best of the parade
Let time with its driest deserts
Lap up the fountains of love
But leave the healing of all hurts
For time
Heals all wounds
Gives memories to enjoy
And dispels gifts of joy
It may not be the enemy we think
When we stand outside its door
And from eternity’s cup we drink
Your post beautifully captures the essence of how time has this incredible ability to mend our deepest wounds. It’s a gentle reminder that no matter how broken we may feel in the moment, the passage of time brings with it healing, growth, and a renewed sense of hope. Your words are a comforting embrace, reminding us to trust in the process and have faith that brighter days are ahead. Thank you for sharing this uplifting message. 🙏❤️
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Thank you, Jennifer! You always interpret my poems so perfectly! That’s exactly the message I wanted to share. 🙂
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