The Return Of Purpose

Is each life scripted, as a part in the play;
does Destiny assign every role;
does the Master direct what we do and say;
or, is that, the purview of the soul?

I find my thoughts to be outside of reality;
no longer a meaningful role in life;
divorced from any sense of normality;
devoid of significant other, or wife.

What purpose, remaining, can I possibly have;
with my future so vague and austere?
Endless movies and shows, offer no salve;
as the death of purpose draws near.

Vacations are no longer an attraction for me;
no travels satisfy, when you’re alone;
circumstance dictates the place I must be;
so, I might, just as well, stay home.

Today, I travel, within the sphere of thought;
fully expecting to find purpose there;
seeking the essence of purpose, God taught:
love your neighbor and show you care.

In this kingdom of evil, love’s been distorted;
love often has only a physical role;
such love is temporal, and soon aborted;
real love carries oxygen to the soul.

A kind word or a smile when love is needed;
can penetrate the heart neath the surface;
caring and loving others; is love, deep-seated;
and guarantees that your life has purpose.

Monty 10/19/22. # 1,313