Purpose By An Angel

We are born, we find purpose, we realize it, we die away, we're born again. The cycle repeats; but we never remember. We make our own purpose, it seems, it doesn't stay forever.

Purpose

 

Purpose in the clouds,

Purpose in the skies,

Purpose is all I see now �" every day and every night.

 

I was lost, now I’ve been found,

What by, you ask �" this doesn’t seem sound.

But it’s true, I assure you;

Every last bit of it,

For it was the heavens;

That before me drew,

Until it felt as if I’d been hit -

 

With the realization of my destiny,

The realization of my existence,

Until I swore by my own name �"

I would never be just a presence.

 

I was lost, now I’ve been found,

What happened, truly, you ask �" this doesn’t seem sound.

I was awakened, reminded, reborn,

When God touched my shoulder and I realized I’d been torn.

 

‘Purpose, my child,

You will lead and you will guide,

For whence you came is whence you will hide;

Ideal, it shall be,

For it is none but my side.’

 

I was lost, now I’ve been found,

Are you sure, you ask �" this doesn’t seem sound.

Why, surer than a man can be,

When an angel has touched him,

Though none the wiser, he’ll remain;

He’ll forget soon as he awakens from womb again.

Reviews

[claudiatx]

Very deep. Keep writing anonyMEty.celeste!

[anonyMEty.celeste]

Thanks claudiatx, I sure will (: