Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry & Writing Prompts–Day 16.

Today’s poem is taken from the biblical book of Ecclesiastes. I love this book of the Bible and learn more every time I make my way through it again, so I thought it would be a beautiful Sunday post to reflect on.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

by the Teacher {likely King Solomon}

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

A time to be born and a time to die,

A time to plant and a time to uproot,

A time to kill and a time to heal,

A time to tear down and a time to build,

A time to weep and a time to laugh,

A time to mourn and a time to dance,

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

A time to search and a time to give up,

A time to keep and a time to throw away,

A time to tear and a time to mend,

A time to be silent and a time to speak,

A time to love and a time to hate,

A time for war and a time for peace.

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Sundays feel like a time to be silent, at least for me. So today I leave you with only a few quick thoughts.

There’s so much chaos in this world, but there’s also so much beauty.

We have little control over the times of our lives, over the turning of seasons.

But we do have a little. Mostly in the form of, what will I do with what I’m given here?  Will I take WHAT IS and thank God for it?

Will I plant and build and heal and laugh and dance with it?

But I trust in you, Lord; I say, “You are my God.” My times are in Your hands; Psalm 31:14-15

Writing Prompt:

Write about a time you knew you were meant to either keep silent, or to speak up.

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