To every thing there is a season

 

I have always wanted to engage with the theme from Ecclesiastes, which, in modern times, has been taken almost literally by the beautiful song by The Byrds.I also offer my interpretation of this theme with a Shakespearean patina.

To every thing there is a season,
there is a purpose under this reason.
Under this law, your right to cry:
What piece of work am I?
Why do you refrain from dying?
Don't be a fool - you know the Why.
All that lives will decline.
There is a time to live and die,
A time to weep, a time to heal,
A time for joy, a time for ordeal.
A time to love, a time to hate,
A time to deny, a time to state.
Do you wish to kill thyself in depth—
with a long living death?