For those of you like me who loved this song when we were young, we know it hasn’t worked. And maybe that’s good. What if we saved so much time that we never met the new friends that come along our paths later in life?
Sometimes we would like to poke the bad times into a bottle, and save them to turn them into good times.
For someone this place represents a very bad time, but for us it was a chance to view the beauty of time and honor and respect those who passed here before us even though we never met them. So who are we to even judge what the bad times are?
We saw the beautiful church where they worshipped. We might say it has withstood the tests of time, but the building lives, too. The stones and mortar age slower than the hands that placed each rock carefully on the next one, but time has marked it.
Some of the beautiful pictures from our time at the little church in Wailea, Maui age even faster than we do. Many would say they are the most beautiful of all.
If I could save time in a bottle, this would have been one of the moments I would have saved to replay over and over.
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