Time

Time is a mocker of those who grieve. Grief knows not of Celcius, nor Ferenheit, not sun nor snow. Months churn and groan into decades, and those who wait for time to heal their wounds wait in vain. No, time turns grief to anger, to bitterness, even apathy - but never brings healing.

There is but one Who can heal, Who brings His beloved through suffering unscathed. One Who even grows and deepens the heart of the griever.

You have turned my mourning into gladness, my sorrow into joy. You have granted friends who weaken my sorrow and strengthen my joy. And You are with me, always, even to the end of the age. You are a good God.