A Reason For Living
Life is the most incredible, unique gift;
tho it must be lived with purpose;
without a reason; your life is bereft;
and depression tends to surface.
We weren’t created, to live all alone;
we’re created to live in pairs;
two or more can make up a home;
a family of love that shares.
In Eden, we became separated;
tho we weren’t meant to be;
in marriage we are consummated;
granted new eyes to see.
Becoming all alone; makes us all cry;
missing that husband or wife;
perhaps, we think; it’s our time to die;
Should we take our own life?
I feel such love, and passion inside;
within me; a love, never to be;
sometimes, in sadness, I abide;
no one feels passion for me.
Yet, every life has a reason for living;
my life isn’t only about me;
my special gift, is the love I’m giving;
writing truth; so others can see.
Death must be by the Master’s choice;
whether it be by age or the sword;
I’ll keep on writing; till I hear His voice;
giving love, is its own reward.
Monty 5/27/24. # 2,128