End of My Days

When Service is confused with servitude,

When work feels like slavery,

When supply is scarce,

When a good job does not seem to be good enough.
Sometimes helpful ways seem trying, almost stunted and painful to give and receive.

During these times one must give and receive with compassion because it is the best way.

Sometimes money and time will not suffice.

During these times it is helpful to recall or envision freedom:  on this summer’s day my heart is lightened by a peace that nature unveils.

The day is becoming brighter and calmer and perhaps this night will be restful.

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