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?


a gift to give away in time for Christmas

We are gifted. There are things about us that we are strong in, undoubtedly our best attributes which regenerate itself once we let go and share to this world. There was this quote shared over the radio the other morning on the way to work. I almost ignored it, but only in time did I turn back to that station and catch that bit of wisdom. I can’t remember the quote verbatim, but only to the effect that it is our purpose to find what our individual gift is and it is then our purpose in life to give that gift away. Something about this quote just hit me somehow. The gifts we are so doubtful about; the gifts we participate in and then hide because we are so afraid of criticism… well, these gifts are exactly what we should be gifting this world with, whether it is our writings, our paintings or our songs. Whether it is the bread we make with our hands or the joy we express through our words, these are the gifts that we ought to be sharing with one another. In the spirit of Christmas, locate these gifts within ourselves and find the strength to unleash them because there might just be that one person left inspired to do the same thing. In doing so, we might just nurture positivity and joy throughout the years to come.

when i can no longer hold onto, i
simply open my hands and let go
what isn’t mine in the first place,
but to this world i owe a present
to have, one blessed utterance of
joy and love are still gifts inside
these words no matter how they are
unwrapped with hearts heavy, no
doubt, feeling so depleted,
un-embraced for so long… with this
gift, never shall you be alone again
so long as i can write to relieve you
from the melancholy and the sadness
endured from time to time


No matter what card is dealt us, we must learn to embrace it fully for though we have not uncovered the reason, somewhere in its folds is a blessing in disguise. The silences we meet, often, is an opportunity to connect with our inner selves, if not to tap into that inherent peace, perhaps, discover the answers to the many questions that persist about ourselves and that of our own purpose in life.

where do i go from this state?
silence, you’ve pulled me away
from the chaos, the cacophony i’ve
dwelled in all this time without
the question, why? why must i with
my heart follow, burrow myself
deep inside as a worm tunnels
through the core of an apple; wedge
myself and lie still between uncomfortable
and pain that i delay as trauma
would have me doubt, go forth toward
that noise and gravely plunge into
confusion? as quiet as these arms
are open, i return home to your embrace

© mr gahon 7/26/15


We all have a destiny to fulfill; a purpose in life. The minute we declare such things, life seems to be an easier ride. Suddenly we can give more, care more, be more to people– to each other. I realize that sometimes it isn’t really clear as to what our purpose is. We are contained with so much talent that half the time we are confused, conflicted about how to position ourselves in this world. Nevertheless, I do believe that internal chaos is part of our journey. We must at least try to discover what it is we are meant to do for one another as we share this earth, breathe its fabulous air. And the thing is, if we listen hard enough to the silences, God yields us those moments. All we have to do is try to connect.

upon my skeleton, upon my
heart, a map of the sky–
a ceiling into your mind
whose chapel-like silence
urge me on my knees… I bow
my head in reverence for
the world– for God and I
are one in this moment,
as my thoughts elevate;
He and I intertwined long
even in the afterthought,
the simple nods and persistent
disengagements I battle with
in pursuit to bridge the distance,
shorten this discourse of
mine unknown. I shall bow
again and again before this
moment whose reason lead me
to fairness and justice,
towards truth that releases
me from the prison of my skin,
back to that skeleton where
scratched under the sinews
lies my destiny to fulfill

-mr gahon 3/11/14