The news carries the weight of competing temporalities—some stories turn on immediate crisis and rescue, others on decades-old injustices still awaiting acknowledgment, still others on the grinding cycle of territorial and political contest that seems to repeat across generations. In the midst of this, the verse invites a different kind of seeing: not a denial of urgency or pain, but a recognition that there are seasons we do not control, purposes that unfold across time in ways that escape our framing. The resilience of those pulled from collapsed tunnels, the persistence of those seeking reckoning for wounds inflicted long ago, the quiet labor of scientists and artists—these, too, have their place in a larger rhythm. Perhaps wisdom today lies not in choosing sides in the conflicts that dominate headlines, but in asking what season we are in, and what kind of faithfulness that season asks of us.