Rain poem

And then all of a sudden DROP

it’s started…

oh don’t be broken hearted

and don’t list me absurd

drop…pop…pop

though far too many to count

not one would go unheard

as the drops of life greet the leaves of hope

with their journey near its end

without a single word to speak

encourage the leaves to bend

to break their fall too close to call

the first one set a trend

by now, she’s part of life itself

and her friends mid-air

can’t help but stare

in awe for what she’s done

and all that she’s begun

look at all that she’s become

Purpose

Everything and everyone has a purpose, potentially.  That some have not found theirs does not mean they don’t have one.  That some believe they found theirs does not mean they are correct, or that their purpose is good.  And for some, their purpose is to find their purpose.

My purpose – to explain the truth.