Sometimes life’s timing and circumstances draw deep lines in the sand – indelible for a season – when even love’s winds maybe can’t cover the furrows in one lifetime. For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Sometimes lines drawn in the moving sands see closure – where an individual or corporate action binds up breaches by mutual consent. Deeply dug furrows long lain fallow are tilled, cultivated with willingness. So teach us to number our days [aright], that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Healed. Peace and all the virtues had time to replace them.
~Mary Moore©
