The truth is
they're all sacred.
Each possibility.
Every choice.
All these paths - those trodden
and not trodden, yet to be chosen.
They're all sacred.
Because they're all created.
They're each weighted
with glorious purpose.
His purpose.
On purpose.
No mistakes.

The tap on the door.
The roll off the bed,
The fall of the loose pages
which would just have to wait.
And the walk, double time,
through the dark, to the light
at the end of the corridor.

The weight of the receiver.
The cool of hard plastic.
And, before the first word,
that intake of breath,
as her face comes into focus.

I relax and close the door,
smiling into the thrill of her voice.

I sat by the fountain,
watching the sun play out
the last moments of summer
in the company of young and old,
each of us attracted to its laughter.

And a voice spoke out
of a corner of this retreated peace

"It's the end of something.
At least the start
of something ending.
It's the end of many things
that you've grown accustomed to,
that have grown around you
and within you - rooted.
And so you may wonder -
- will the roots simply die from neglect?
(Has that dying already begun
from past neglect? Discuss.)
Or will you have to find the will
to uproot them?
- will the pain be worth the excavation?
- will the freeing of them better free you?
Or will you one day be grateful
for the remains of what was?

"So, for now, carry the remains.
Carry the scars and the stains.
Walk with confidence through this ending."

I listened to the voice in the quiet.
And sat with the fountain a while longer.
Knowing I'll find the decision sooner
or later. For tomorrow, it was September.

Be an activist.
Pray in an active voice,
to an active God.

Each light fades to darkness
Every yes becomes a no
The start will end in a finish
Each open leads to a close

Deep love drains to shallow
The entrance finds an escape
The song fades to silence
The healing turns to ache

So exit before they eject you
Walk away before they split
Don’t wait for warmth to get frosty
Stop before they quit

You’re better off without them
You know how it will end
So why go through the heartache
You’ve never needed friends

there is a place
there is a place
there is a place for this
and it's secure in my chest
bigger than my heart
more like my soul
there's a place for this
music

A living is not a life
We each need so much more
We need a life with purpose  
A life with more to explore

A living is not a life
But it often can be a gift
A means of sharing friendship
Not just a shared task list

A living is not a life
Without some laughs and joys
If you find that you’ve found both
Then a living can be enjoyed

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You can't earn a life
You can't earn a true living
A life is given freely
So spend it freely giving

Spend your life wisely
Cos it can't be spent again
Invest it in the company
Of close family and friends

There's more to daily living
Than earning an honest crust
So select 'resignation'
And blow the family trust