Best Sense Of Purpose Poems
Enchanting chambers made of glass
Breaking reflections shatter falling into ruin
The history behind the tears and sorrow of a heart
Fragile echoes inside truth broken always sings
If this be loves beauty like dropping crystals splash
Speaks a language of one thousand tongues when the sparks fly
The soul released from thought
Faraway shadows cover a dream
When you have found what you're looking for
And always breathe in the beauty of nature
Silver buds glisten in morning dew
Millions of years before you or me
Weeping willow hangs heavy over us
These things and so many more
have made you and me understand
Blossoming sunshine shades golden
Crowned kissed by love in the summer rain
What a beauty to wake up to birdsong
Carried on gentle winds when they sigh
Hearing screams from the raven far up in the mountains
Secrets of the water flowing whispers
Our lives have a meaning here on this earth
Stars circle your space in another realm
Thoughts and dreams put together as mosaic
A moon smiles as shadows dances to a joyous tune
The smell of pine needles tickle in the nose
As a sun lights our footsteps with golden harmony
Commitment strong and sense of purpose is the key to life
13.05.2015
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)
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A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval
created by conscious thought.
For if not.........
A soul becomes lost
A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose
It clings only to the will to press onward
For if not............
A soul becomes trapped
A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable
For if not..................
A soul becomes free
A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.
For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant
I watch this world pass by,
miracle after miracle,
overcome with thoughts
of life and death -
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see.
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate
to step through, a starting place -
as a bluebird dips in the birdbath,
squirrels scurry across green grass,
a blue horizon darkens like a memory.
Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment
with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones,
a false sense of purpose.
I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more -
a yearning from deep within.
I feel it wash over my skin.
Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere,
but not I. I sit here…I watch.
I whisper a short prayer for a friend,
I remain silent with His answer –
patience…all will work out in time;
head bowed, I pray for His healing hands
to touch me. In my father’s arms,
I am comforted and whole.
I am who He sees…
sunlight traces storm clouds
painting rainbows over shadowed trees,
a beautiful canopy.
His love flows through me,
pouring out at Calvary.
In the afternoon rain,
I see each drop of blood.
A choir of clouds congregate.
I hear their worship song.
I see a crown of thorns around them.
I feel the weight of the cross
He struggles to carry.
Mangos fall with the rain
from a shaken tree,
then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves;
flies begin to swarm around them;
following the clouds trajectory,
I envision more than I can bear -
His slashed skin and mangled bones
flash before my eyes.
With hands nailed, He's hung
on the cross in shame and suffering;
every labored breath taken
until death for an ungrateful world…
my soul seems to understand
what I cannot grasp…all of this,
He did for me….and you.
Love becomes more than a word,
a blessing becomes more than a concept.
I sit at my window unnoticed;
I watch the world pass by -
every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop
and new life, I see,
like a child with a loving father,
a miracle…
If food for finer thoughts we did not crave,
If sense of purpose we did not apply,
If we did not critique how we behave,
If dormant laid Alert Judgmental Eye…
If float and breed were our exclusive wish,
If instincts solely spurred us to survive,
We might as well be just a school of fish -
Not learning about deep currents of Life.
If we ran loose, not playing by the rules,
If years weren’t measured by the days we seize,
We might as well be just a pack of wolves -
With hungry jaws and reflex to appease.
If loyalty and trust weren’t our guide,
If fam’ly failed to withstand the Time,
We might as well be lions, without pride -
Where govern male rivalry and crime.
If we ignored the term - Personal Growth,
Meandering complacently in awe,
We might as well be just a slack of sloth -
With sluggish status quo, seeking no more.
If benefits of thought we didn’t reap,
If mindful property we didn’t hold dear,
We might as well be just a herd of sheep -
That sacrificed their free will out of fear.
Brushing aside the Kingdom of the Wild,
Place on a pedestal a Human Mind.
With love and progress equally aligned
Let’s be the best we can, one of a Kind.
As to Judgmental Eye, its primal goal -
To keep our planet safe and civil,
By virtue of Grey Matter, above all -
To distinguish between good and evil.
January 20, 2021
When I feel deeply and fully
Dreams of joy coming to me
Passionate whispers caress my soul
Bringing with them a sense of purpose
~
When I feel like a little girl
Innocence keeps me filled with insight
Fervor for wisdom strokes my spirit
Touching my skin with reassurance
~
When I feel the promise of acceptance
Embracing me with a gentle warmth
Fires of comprehension mold my faith
Pushing me to share this unending grace
~
When I feel like I’ve met with serenity
Contentment beckons me to look up
Toward the heavens and God’s holy light
Connecting me to the One who inspires
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When I feel the sweet compassion of ideas
Driving me on toward emotion and creativity
A hunger for the words I need keeps me drawn
Beckoning me to listen to my deepest thoughts
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When I feel like my vision has wings and can fly
Imagination traces a line across my insides
Coloring my life with magical verbs and adjectives
Gifting me with a sense of complete happiness
~
When I feel the explosion of verses within my core
My muse motions me to let go of all my inhibitions
Replace them with the wonder of meditating on poetries
Converging with God’s gift of stanzas and rhymes
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Written and Posted on June 16th 2020
Faith is a powerful force;
requiring absolute trust.
It allows you to believe:
you are loved, and not alone.
Suffering persecution:
sometimes, all you have is faith.
And yet, it's unshakable;
in times of adversity.
Praying perpetuates hope:
opening your heart to God.
And when you first feel His love;
everything you thought: changes.
Belief can imbue your life
with a strong sense of purpose.
Existence should never feel
empty or unfulfilling.
The love that you have for God:
it is rooted in blind faith.
And yet, that faith sustains you;
nourishing your heart and soul.
Good it is if unanswered,
Some questions on man's mind.
Better it is if to some,
Answers are given.
Disastrous it is if to one- just one-
Wrong answers are provided.
To many, the whole of life
Is a product of chance:
The work of mere luck.
To others, out of nothing it came.
But this I will ask:
Is there no sense of purpose in the universe?
With consistency the sun rises and goes down,
And in the dark, the moon soars high;
Suitable for habitation is the planet Earth,
And over it, with his powers, man rules.
Are all these phenomena products of chance?
No! From a self-existent God they are!
Nature is so fantastic as she produces
gems that delight ones very soul.
She works hard behind the scenes
quietly repairing the damage we do.
I take pleasure in small little things
like butterflies flitting around flowers.
Stirring leaves to see a host of insects
that quickly scurry back into hiding.
The gorgeous colours on her palette
that tease and seduce the senses.
The stately magnificent of trees
that gently shade tender shoots.
Soaring mountains that enchant
with their sense of mystery.
Oceans that teem with life
the majesty of whales leaping.
There is so much to beguile
so many new things springing
to life, that tempt a weary soul
and put back a sense of purpose.
Nature is so very special
as she tends to the seasons.
Filling us with joy of life
and making our world special.
Written: June 22, 2023
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Poisonous toxin flowed into my veins.
transmitting a cold, apathetic nihilism.
We stumbled off the trail, you idiotic humans.
Our once-cherished pride is broken as a prism.
Once we stood tall, our heads held high,
With hearts filled with hope and dreams,
But then came the venom, spreading through,
Tainting our souls, ripping at the seams.
The poison, akin to a serpent's bite,
Injected into our utter core,
Slowly consuming our sense of purpose,
Leaving us empty, longing for something more.
Oh, foolish humans, we were blind,
To the danger that lurked so near,
We danced with demons, unaware,
Of the venomous poison we'd soon fear.
It seeped through our veins
As a river of darkness and despair,
Draining us of joy and leaving only pain,
An emotionless nihilism, we couldn't bear.
Our once vibrant spirits turned to ash,
As the venom slowly took control,
Our laughter turned to hollow cries
Echoing through the depths of our soul.
We tried to fight, to resist its grip,
But the poison was too strong, too deep,
It wrapped around us as a suffocating shroud,
Leaving us lost, unable to sleep.
If I were the color of darkness
Night blackening my vision
While my eyes twinkle gentle
Like the stars, drifting in song
Caressing the sky with tones
Of life beyond the blessings
If I were the color of laughter
Lighting the soul with joy
Elating the world with warmth
Vibrant and pure, feelings so true
They cry out with delight
Insight into the heart’s beauty
If I were the color of storms
Rainbows pouring across the noon
After the rain has departed
Left only the music of pastel lines
To embrace the mind who sees
God’s artwork flowing over the trees
If I were the color of silence
Serene and soulful as peaceful dreams
Faded into the smiles of kindness
Brought to the one who knows only
Prayers felt on the heart’s shadows
Praising the Lord for His stillness
If I were the color of blessings
Sent on the wings of angel’s breath
Shining on hopes and devotions
Reflecting on the simplicity of joy
That lingers on the touch of His hand
Reaching down to my spirit with a caress
If I were the color of love
I would sing to God above of the many
Miracles He’s given me in this life
And thank Him for grace, faith and more…
The sense of purpose that comes from
Living for the Son who is so pure and good!
If l could be an object
A lighthouse l would be
Steadfast , strong, independent
Guardian and keeper of the sea
A solitary proud yet humble figure
Weathering mother natures seasons
Never faltering of its purpose
Or questioning its reason
Reliable and reassuring
A towering pillar so stately
Guiding souls of the sea home
Back to land and safety
A powerful beacon of light
One of hope and aid
Knowing but forever silent
An endless sense of purpose unswayed
There are no words to describe
How much your friendship means to me.
Abundant times you lend an ear, a helping hand,
Notwithstanding your own problems,
Knowing what a difference it makes to my life…
Stabilizing a tottery sense of purpose.
Steadily, through the years, you have proved your worth
Offering support when hope hangs by a thread…and
My fragile expectations succumb to despair…
Until each time you come to my rescue
Carrying the weight of my inadequacy
Helping – with love – expecting nothing in return.
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© 23rd June, 2020
The head becomes heavy every now and then
With pain
With narcissism
With anger
The mind is conflicting place
Sometimes empty
Others chaotic
Often lacking a sense of purpose
An escape
From the heavy head and conflicting mind
Is a temporary death
A moment of nothingness
Awaken those
Who have the will
And the strength
To lift this weight
Carry on with life
Oh life, meaningless life
Pawns of this life
Moved back and forth
By that power
Believed in by some
To give this meaningless life
Meaning
I feel so close to him,
Like nothing on earth could compare…
To the joy, hope, faith and peace I’ve found with him,
Always sharing and believing and dreaming,
So alive and fulfilled and with no need for anything…
Only the love that we have found within our hearts,
So alive and warm and welcoming, filled with hope.
I feel so close to him,
In so many ways I’ve never dreamed…
Feelings keep me yearning for a second chance,
Another moment to spend just seeking solace…
Fulfillment with the one that holds the key to my heart,
The one who makes me laugh and fills my thoughts…
With a sense of purpose and renewal and inspiration.
I feel so close to him,
Love that feels this real is alive within…
A miracle from heaven that God sends to us all,
Like a light of joy that abides with our shared thoughts,
Mysteries from the heart that remind us why we’re here,
To give and to love with all that we have within…
Loving is the only thing that makes life worthwhile.
Loving, after all is said and done, is the only part of life…
That assures the heart we’ve become the ones…
God sent us here to become,
Hearts who love!
She lives in solitude
She can’t be like the multitude
She loves to withdraw into her snuggery
Not as a form of frailty,
But for a sense of purpose
And but just her nature
And not only a nature,
It’s become her conduct
They thought she’s too indifferent
But no! it’s how she’s wired
Created to be a recluse
Ask me of that reserved lady
Who loves to stay aloof
And just under her roof
She doesn’t give a damn, even if she doesn’t move
Cos she’s always caught up,
Caught up living her dreams
Everyone’s eager
Just as anxious to know
What she’s always up to
And right in there she is,
Overwhelmed with passion
Either reading or writing
Just living her dreams!
And naysayers are here!
It’s not good to be alone they say
And fine I see, she tells them,
Being alone and being solitary,
I’m sure these two are different
You’re alone when there’s no one for you
Or when you’ve got no purpose
But being solitary is so intentional
She does so to unearth the best,
Just the best in her
There’s something still screaming!
Deeper on the inside
Girl you’re yet to blow!
Just keep DIGGING!
And please just FIND me!
Just ask me of that lady
That sweet and cozy baby
I’m proud to say I’m her!!!
(Here’s just a glimpse of my lifestyle, just to encourage youths, please spend your alone time well)