It explains itself.
I stood by myself the other day,
Staring out at an entire world,
Asking what place I had in it.
There was the work I had done,
The work I should have done,
And the work which need be done,
And yet, it did not mean much.
I thought of family,
And what all they meant,
Still, there had to be something more
To set the stage for an entire life.
My thoughts turned to friends
And all the times we had enjoyed,
But still I felt lack of purpose.
I turned to thoughts of God,
Though he is only to help,
Not to lead, and the jar remained empty.
Depression hit me with the lack of answer,
And I considered all the horrible events,
Still finding lack of purpose.
I turned meloncoly, and the loves
I had and could have had,
With purpose still hidden and silent.
I suddenly beheld the bright thought,
And turned back to join Others,
Because true purpose is not mine;
It is Ours through good and bad.
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|Reviewed by John Domino
This poem was expressed in a hearfelt manner.
May I suggest:
“Tender Warrior”, Stu Weber
Peace be with you.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Excellent thought process and sharing! Love it!|
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Stick to this and stay out of politics. You are on the right track.|
|Reviewed by Anniemoh Ohio
|Very reflective and thought provoking. Great write.|
|Reviewed by jacqueline amos
|This brings tears to my eyes, man the image of God, this is so touching to the spirit, if some of us would just listen to the heart, God would be so proud of us, continue to write, your words of wisdom is so powerful.|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|I think we all ask this from time to time nice one here.
Reflective thought provoking.