Was It Time?

 


 

There was not a breath of air.  The humid stillness hanging in the silence of the forest  tense in its breathlessness. Amplified by the quiet, a loudness suddenly crashed about in the limbs of a large tree.  A large dead branch was tumbling noisily through the other branches to end its days above the earth. 

 

What made the limb fall at this one moment.  Surely, not wind or gust or freeze.  Perhaps, it was just time, that’s all: just a time, the moment, the breaking point when decay had mitigated the limb’s strength that it could not support its own weight-----Yes, perhaps, it was time.

 

And in life there just sometimes comes a time, to shed off the dead and rotting in life and let it crash to the ground.  Sometimes it is time to give more wholly to God and the things rotting fall. 

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