Purpose True Poem by Andrew Benton

I often wonder as I walk
o’er this terrestrial ball,
and through my tribulation vast
I struggle to recall-
a meaning to our mortal lives,
and purpose through the veil of lies
which never slumbers, never dies,
and clouds each carnal thrall.

Along the never-ending road
we traverse night and day,
are portals vast and choices small
which influence our way.

What is the course of human life
but many inward, morbid rooms?

It is our task to find the Light
within our humble solitude.

It is this Light which gives us Truth
within our world’s murky loom,

It is the Truth which in the night
has opened every holy bloom,

It is the Holy One of all
which on our souls in flame has wrought
a hope of faith, a faith in hope,
and above all, the love we sought.