To What Purpose

We are lost ones, no doubt.  Without purpose, we roam earth in circles as though in limbo.  In search of purpose, I arrive not at myself, but rather what I can do for others. The reason why nothing works is because I’ve asked the wrong questions about my own direction. Rather than asking what I can do to better myself, I needed to ask what I needed to do to better the world around me. How can I contribute to the universe with my God-given talents? When I removed the focus away from myself, only then did purpose become a little less cloudy.

to what purpose
may i be used?
when readiness
persists upon
days sans rain
or shine; and
drafty rooms
with soot on
windows make
impossible to
diffuse light
from inside. how
can i breach this
shadow hanging
over the world’s
shoulders when it
is only i against
those great beasts
of the night? what
sword must i
brandish to intimidate
fear into submission?
how will i be used
when i stumble
before greatness
and i fall before i
can answer the call?
is it too late or is
this the beginning
of it all?


Differences Between Us

The differences between us is what fundamentally makes us good. This unique singularity about us is what we are meant to share in order to enhance one another. If we don’t recognize this earlier on, then we shall loose out on the greatest opportunity to learn from one another.

not what i seem…
i am my own sunstone,
dial and lines to beg
the sun for direction;
forbidden mastication
hunger urges upon this
uncooked meat, so raw
it transfers its disease
as i digest pieces of the
muscle to pacify the rolling
clamor, the chaos surging…
oh why must i reflect upon
colors that separate you
and i, segments us into
hierarchies between light
and dark spectrums when
we are all equally golden
in His eyes? why must i
pause, dedicate a second
to imagine the frustration
behind intolerance— when
we are all made in His
exact image? why must i
be human about it, submit
to my flesh’s weaknesses?

© mr gahon 5/1/15