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.
(Copyright.LawranceGeorgeLux2004)