Why am I here?
Why have I come?
What will carry forward
when all’s said and done?
Here solely to gain pleasure?
Know leisure? Hoard treasure?
Or come to be present,
fully present indeed.
This is my canon.
This is my creed.
Come to live caught
in delayed adolescence?
Or here to break out,
to become love’s essence.
It is love that wrought me,
and love, then, that brought me,
my energies freed
to serve those in need;
to bring forth love’s graces
into all life’s dark places
where worries creep in,
woes claim to be kin.
Why am I here?
Why have I come?
What will carry forward
when all’s said and done?
This, clearly, I see;
it’s not about me.
No, it’s not about me
but of love and love’s we.
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