A Reason For Life

Every artist paints for a reason;
for each has a message to convey;
and writers, too, have their season;
when their Master wants his say.

The creator behind each artist’s obsession,
doesn’t hold the brush or a quill;
the Master is sharing a personal expression;
conveying his love and his will.

Many of life’s artists can’t hold a brush;
nor can they sculpt with their hands;
they likely will never feel that rush;
from supplying what an audience demands.

Most won’t make people laugh or cry;
from performances they give on stage;
or be the one on which others rely;
when their athletic teams, engage.

Some of them; the most gifted of all;
living without praise or applause;
silently sharing love is their call;
friendship and compassion; their cause.

Many people seem to have no purpose;
they’re worthless and have no desire;
but that is how they appear on the surface;
for they are the one’s who inspire.

Everyone, in life, is here for a reason;
most of those purposes go unheeded;
perhaps the greatest in any season;
are those who come; when needed.