“What is my purpose?”
My pen is poised,
Surrounded by noise,
And I grapple with the question.
Each of us reflects
Discerning duty from longing
As we go through the actions of our lives.
Should we do what we love
Or do what we ought?
Like the roaring of lions
The desire inside nags at my mind
And I know
I must do something.
Can my purpose endure if I go with the flow?
Can passion persist in my own life’s shadow?
Just as a stream opposes the salmon
So too, my surroundings oppose my direction.
There’s a pelting rain of pressure to do as they say
But I see the light of contentment when I follow God’s way.
What if I tell my weary soul
That it really is God’s to control
I refuse to give someone else the pen
And I refuse to write what they wish
Light will infuse my story
Gleam from the pages like a rising sun
A unique beauty
Will attract those who see it
The pen will dance upon the pages,
Stroke what it pleases,
And in joy.
Written by: Melody Lim for a class blog assignment. 2021.