This poem is part of the Poems for doctors project. You can find out more about the project here.
Our second season of readings will come to a close with one more poem on Thursday 5th July this week, coinciding with the 70th Anniversary of the UK’s National Health Service.
Season 2 : poem 7
Medical student Nicola Hall reads Ecclesiastes 3, i-viii from the Bible
Ecclesiastes 3, i-viii
Anon. (The Bible)
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which 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 cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, 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 of war, and a time of peace.
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