Purpose Poem by Kenneth Oodee

PURPOSE

Wouldst thou learn, fair mortal, of thy purpose true,
And know the path, that Providence hath ordained for thee anew?
The hearing ears, they know, how to hear, with instinct fine,
And seeing eyes, they know, how to see, with vision divine.

The speaking mouth, it knows, how to speak, with words of might,
Yet, mortal man, thou knowest not, thy purpose, nor thy guiding light.
Thy goings, they are of the Lord, who doth ordain thy way,
And how canst thou, then, understand, thy own path, night and day?

The clay, it knows not, what it shall become, in the potter's hand,
Till it is shaped, and molded, to the maker's grand design, and plan.
So, too, is mortal man, in the hand of his Creator true,
A vessel, fashioned, to fulfill, a purpose, anew.

Alas, fair man, thou hast refused, to reconnect, with thy maker's might,
And the essence of thy creation, hath been misplaced, in the darkness of night.
Thou wanderest, from pillar to post, seeking answers, from thy fellow man,
Rather than from thy Creator, who doth hold, the secrets, of thy life's plan.

Thus, at the end of each passing day, thou returnest home, unfulfilled, and blue,
For thou hast sought, in vain, for answers, that only thy Creator, can imbue.