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To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for 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 for 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 for every purpose under heaven

I’ve always loved that song, as performed by The Byrds, adapted from the book of Ecclesiastes. 

It’s all over.  My womb is empty.  Tonight, I buried the fragments beneath these stones.  I thought it might bring some closure, but for now, all I have is tears.  Tomorrow will be a new day.

Don’t cry, Mommy, says my sweet little boy.  Don’t cry, Mommy.  It’s okay, Mommy.  How can a child so young have such beautiful compassion?  There is much to learn from the beauty and innocence of children.

To my lost loves.
Angel.  I never gave you a chance.  Please forgive me.
Grace.  You knew I wasn’t ready, and you saved me.
Hannah and Max.  Sweet twins, you rekindled my hope.
Harmony.  How my heart shattered for you.
Chance.  How I don’t want to say goodbye.
Though your moments of life were fleeting, I loved you all.  You are all a part of me, forever embedded in my heart.  I will always love you.