All you need, is always found

I almost forgot about my "past" relationship with poetry. I began writing poetry when my 4th grade teacher's mom, who was a poet herself, came in and taught us the basics and famous poems of our time. I kept a little "harry potter" journal and wrote all sorts of poems in there. One day I took the journal with me to the mall, and left it on a bench to never be seen again.
BUT-> there was a lot saved over those younger years. I used to use "poetry.com" as a common publishing place.

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Ecclesiastes

For everything there is a season,And a time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted
A time to kill, and a time to heal
A time to break down, and a time to build up
A time to weep, and a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing
A time to seek, and a time to lose
A time to keep, and a time to throw away
A time to tear, and a time to sew
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak
A time to love, and a time to hate
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I thought that this demonstration of life's emotions in general would be able to find it's way into the memories of every person that reads this prose. For every line there is an example of this 'time' in your own pains and glory. You could feel the sense of sorrow in the first line and a sense of ecstasy and stealth in the second verse which supports the weight of the sorrow itself. If you always look back onto this verse at a time of your own sorrow, it reminds you of that feeling in your chest that you get from absolute bliss, and that it isn't a feeling of the past, but will be a fragment of your own future many more times to come, even if they don't reside in this life time.

peace ( =