our once painful memories
are dimmed and dulled now,
their sting lessened,
by the hazy clouds of time,
time the great healer,
embraces our hurts and sorrows,
into its wide and strong arms,
soothes, lessens and helps us to forget,
and we acknowledge, with difficulty,
this too shall pass,
and pass it does,
all with the helping hands of time,
the hurt that once seemed so deep, so poignant,
jolts not as much, sheds not so many tears,
cause time has worked its magic on them,
we have learnt to accept, and grieve quietly,
learnt valuable lessons from them,
moulded a new facet of our personality from them,
all with the gracious helping hands of time,
every new day that dawns,
brings a fresh promise of hope and survival,
brings a deep strength, a new conviction,
that this too has passed,
we look back, and give a quiet thanks,
to that which was, and that which will be,
for it is all His doing,
and that which is, is His blessing,
He who bought us to it,
will get us through it,
is the only real truth
Everything changes,
nothing remains the same
that is life and that is time...
time the great healer...
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