A Life Of Obligation
I feel as though life is an obligation;
that I am here for a specific reason;
love, I’ve been given, is compensation;
but, I’m only to be here for a season.
I believe that I’ve lived many times, before;
but, I cannot be sure that is true;
life’s rivers have carried me to this shore;
for, there’s something here, I must do.
I feel like a message placed into a bottle;
cast into the middle of an angry sea;
I’m not a great philosopher, an Aristotle;
I find it a struggle, just to be me.
Many words I write, belong to another;
thoughts from afar, freely given;
whether from the Master or a brother;
to convey them, my soul is driven.
Many, all around me, are, daily in pain;
living in a never ending night;
not understanding that loss preceeds gain;
and Darkness comes, before Light.
I’m that message in the bottle; discovered;
picked up by one, for whom it’s written;
hoping that its coded truth, be uncovered;
and its secrets, no longer forbidden.
I’m nearing the end of my current season;
and feel as tho life is an obligation
I remain unaware of this life’s reason;
but, the love of others, is compensation.
Monty 6/15/22. # 1,170