20 February 2006, 8:36 AM
I think I may be leaving you behind
Not all at once nor once for all
but something in the taste of wine
the sound of Wendell
Wordsworth
Longfellow and Tennyson
eases the angst you helped me find
So little by little I'm putting you away
learning that there is no doctor
There is time
the great healer
faith in Someone bigger than myself
There is wine and music
poetry and blessings
friends to bear the burdens together
I do have my reasons to be here
It goes without saying
I have a thing or two to learn
We all believe in something
it's not a question of compulsion
but of reality and of what or whom
so we do
But you're wrong about one thing
I don't have to believe what I do
This place wounds me daily
enough to make me question
why I do this day in and day out
It teaches me to feel
to choose
to live
alert and aware of how
few things are certain
So I'm putting you away
bit by bit and slowly
loving you just the same
but more as a sister
less as a mentor I've outgrown
Angst is the beginning of wisdom
not its end
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