It’s for moments like –
singing on stage with your grand-daughter.
It’s for meeting eight-five year olds
and discussing God and the divine with them.
It’s for walking in the night in the cold air
of a new place wrapped in a big thick jacket
eating blackberries from the roadside
and talking on the phone
to someone you are letting yourself love
and who is letting themselves love you.
It’s for remembering
who we were before the pain stories.
It’s for actively choosing integrity
day after day after night.
It’s simply and powerfully to participate
in the process of living.
It’s for returning calls to old friends
and learning to listen.
It’s for sleeping to the distant sound
of an owl.
There are fewer owls after death.
Life is for moments like owls.