Sadly it was this same young man who didn’t seem to have a care in the world who didn’t turn up for work one Saturday morning. He had committed suicide the night before after his shift.
Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour’s warning tide
Written for the One I Love When darkness fadesAnd glory shines you open your eyes and hope to find A starling on your pillowA
Back in 1983-1987 I was profoundly blessed to be in a youth group run by Gavin and Liz Hockly. It was through this Te Awamutu
Ever lost something so special but couldn’t even remember how it went missing. What if it contained your memories? What would you pay to get