A Time to Heal

The unthinkable has happened. The guy we didn’t think could be President of the Hair Club for Men, was elected President of the United States. And it sucks. But it is time to move on. Let it go. The protests are not getting us anywhere. Protesting for one day was okay. But enough unrest. We can’t change what happened (for now) and the injustice you are protesting was self-imposed. We didn’t turn out to vote against Trump. Our fault. Bigly.

To help us get over it and heal, the song from “Turn, Turn, Turn” written by Pete Seeger and performed by The Byrds, comes to mind. I usually don’t Turn to spirituality or religion, but hell, now may be the time. Indulge me…

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
 And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
 A time to plant, a time to reap
 A time to kill, a time to heal
 A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
 And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
 There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
 And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
 A time to rend, a time to sew
 A time for love, a time for hate
 A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

So let’s gather stones together versus casting them. I swear it’s not too late. And then in four years we need to vote like hell for someone we actually believe in!

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