To everything there is a season

There is a time and a place for everything and until that time comes nothing much else seems to matter.

Deaf ears cannot hear.

Blind eyes cannot see.

Broken hearts grab frantically at any hope.

Until the time is right, too much of anything is not only pointless it is dangerous.  It is the trickster trying to prove something is being done that will change things, but the tea table is set with plastic food and empty cups.  It feeds a body hope until it dies of starvation.

There is a time to do nothing, a time to wait, a time to simply be there ready to pick up the pieces when all is said and done.

Out of the pieces new lives begin.