Purpose: A poem

Our purpose roots deep

untouched by time

life’s path curves

a vine reaching wide.

Dawn renews

days untwine

steps wander

never divide.

We trace a steady thread

unseen

through winding roads

dark and light.

Our map shifts Old truths

dreams born of night

Purpose

steadfast as the sea

flows within me

though waves may churn,

each bend a verse, each

break a plea—

as we change

we learn

Moving in quiet grace,

carving purpose

through time’s embrace.