A river flows in one direction,
on down to find the sea.
As humans we to see a direction,
and ask our God to lead the way.
Everything needs a direction,
or purpose in being be.
Without a purpose or direction,
we are like the winds of the desert,
lost and forever wandering.
If we have nothing to justify
the existence of our soul,
we will drift on aimlessly,
through the eons of time,
until the poets run out of rhyme.
(29 May 2007)
I think that there is a purpose to it all David, and many many leasons to learn along the way, can be hard at times, but this is another poem of insight and wisdom my friend Keep up the great work Take care Love duncan X
Never going to happen my friend, the rhyme like time goes ever on...
Interesting, so you must mean ' to infinity'' for poets will never run out of rhyme as each day at least a dozen new ones are being born in hospital delivery rooms everywhere. Have to say that even with a purpose and/or a direction, one can still feel more than lost at times.~~~~marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The good and the bad..they all teach us...but only He can show us the way