When times stands still
We move so quickly to try and catch up
On moments, hours that we’ve lost
A part of you breaks a little more every day
Dying a slow, gradual death
What was old, being made new
And a life that had started small continues to grow
The heart beating more strongly with every sting
The beatings and scars transforming the image
Like a great wheel pressing the grapes
To produce sweet wine
It is a legacy of pain
Of change
Of loss…
And yet of renewal
Of hope
Of love
Time cannot mend all wounds
It cannot heal all hearts
But it can teach and instruct
It can build a heart if wisdom
We can learn from the history of defeat
So in defeat lies the true victory
Not progress for progress sake
Progress for love's sake
For the sake of a deeper call
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