A time to
weep and a time to laugh.
A
time to mourn and a time to dance.
Death
calls time even on weeping, ushering us into laughter once more;
calls
time on mourning, and ushers us into dancing.
Without
a dying, all states would endure, unbearably.
There
is an aptness, then, even to death, within the mystery of God, and the
revelation that draws us deeper into mystery.
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