Then my view changed,
And my past was in sight
But my future lay beyond the horizon,
In the distance together with the setting sun.
So I listened to the voices
And wrote as they spoke.
“Though you are broken as the ancient vases
Though your past covered in shame in tears
Though you may long that which you never had
‘You are’ and that means you exist
That means what’s gone cant be changed
But what’s yet to be is partly in your hands,
And partly fate”
‘You are’ and so you breathe
‘You are’ and so you live
Solomon
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