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;
The years at the spring And days at the morn; Mornings at seven; The hill?sides dew?pearled; The larks on the wing; The snails on the thorn: Gods in his heaven Alls right with the world!
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still Youre one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak A cloud comes over the sunlit arch A wind comes off a frozen peak And youre two months back in the middle of March.
We have the right to choose but likewise we have the responsibility to choose. We cannot be neutral. There is no middle ground. The Lord knows this; Lucifer knows this. So there is a great campaign being waged today. On the one hand Lucifer has attractively painted his road signs. You have read them; you have seen them. They are bright; they are attractive. They read something like this: Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die. Another may read: Its the popular thing to do. Another one may read: Just this once wont matter. On the other hand the Lord has prepared His road signs for our guidance. They read: Fear God and keep his commandments. See II Kings 17:36-39. Another one may read: As ye sow so shall ye reap. See Galatians 6:7. Another one: There is a law irrevocably decreed in heaven before the foundations of this world upon which all blessings are predicated- And when we obtain any blessing from God it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated. (D&C 130:20-21) Thus we have two roads to follow and we have the responsibility to choose.
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air drink the drink taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.
The melancholy days are come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
Spring makes everything young again except man.
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;
Late autumn twilight burial wreath on the door rises in the wind.
The years at the spring And days at the morn; Mornings at seven; The hill?sides dew?pearled; The larks on the wing; The snails on the thorn: Gods in his heaven Alls right with the world!
Theres a certain slant of light On winter afternoons That oppresses like the weight Of Cathedral tunes.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still Youre one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak A cloud comes over the sunlit arch A wind comes off a frozen peak And youre two months back in the middle of March.
We have the right to choose but likewise we have the responsibility to choose. We cannot be neutral. There is no middle ground. The Lord knows this; Lucifer knows this. So there is a great campaign being waged today. On the one hand Lucifer has attractively painted his road signs. You have read them; you have seen them. They are bright; they are attractive. They read something like this: Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die. Another may read: Its the popular thing to do. Another one may read: Just this once wont matter. On the other hand the Lord has prepared His road signs for our guidance. They read: Fear God and keep his commandments. See II Kings 17:36-39. Another one may read: As ye sow so shall ye reap. See Galatians 6:7. Another one: There is a law irrevocably decreed in heaven before the foundations of this world upon which all blessings are predicated- And when we obtain any blessing from God it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated. (D&C 130:20-21) Thus we have two roads to follow and we have the responsibility to choose.
The only calendar I need is just outside my window. With eyes to see and ears to hear nature keeps me posted.
April April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then the moment after Weep thy girlish tears.
For everything there is a season.