Purpose

   Purpose. Everybody has one, whether or not they know it. Some can name a purpose or two that they have decided upon. Some not so much.

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   I’m writing this on purpose. Why? Because I want to, because I can, because I might have a point to get across! Maybe my true purpose is hidden from me. Perhaps a Higher Power has a higher purpose to work through me.

   Think about it. If you believe in God or other Higher Power, fate, destiny, something powerful is guiding you. Of course you need to pay attention to find out what is going on. If not, well there you go anyway, perhaps oblivious to what purpose you are here for.

   But that’s okay. You don’t need to know exactly what it is. You’ll still live a life that makes a difference to somebody. As I’ve said in past postings, we are all teachers and students. Someone is learning from us, and we are learning from others.

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   So if you choose to make a New Year’s resolution, do it on purpose. Be realistic. Be positive. If you choose to not make resolutions, that’s okay too. Just remember, a day at a time is all we have to make a difference.

One more day of purpose

one more day of hope,

of believing

we are able to cope

with all that comes our way.

Just for today

we have a purpose.

Theresa M

Discounted

Her hands clutched objects colored with the season,

 decorations and ribbons discounted,

as her little girl of five or so
clutched onto her mama’s dress,

 a hand-me-down from long ago.

“Look, mama!” The child would delight

 at all the toys and gifts displayed.

Saddened eyes, weary from no sleep

 would look upon her child with a deep love

that was priceless - never discounted.

Half a smile she bestowed at the voice of her child,

 the unsmiling half at their poverty.

Cold winds and flurries drifted in from the storefront doors

 as people and packages fought their way in and out.

Discounts - sales - hurry don’t be late!

 or nothing will be left for you.

Her hand-me-down dress hung to her knees

 stockingless against the breeze,

Her child wore a coat much warmer than her own.

 Her child was cloaked with warmth all around.

Tons of pigtails with pretty ribbons

 held her dark hair in place.

Her little dark eyes took in the world in awe,

 her tiny hands wanted to grasp everything.

But her mama disciplined her well to know,

 “We can’t pay for just anything.”

In line they stood and waited so long

 as customers bought loads of merchandise.

Her turn at the counter, she laid down the decorations

 green, gold, red, discounted down.

The purchases rang up to the pennies she figured

 and with a half-smile she payed

and picked up her package.

A friend stood by the exit door with a smile.

 she nodded, he nodded - hands extended to shake

Change passed, unnoticed to her child -

 the friend would get a gift for her in secret -

Her mama always knew and never doubted

 that her daughter should never be discounted.

Theresa M

Merry Christmas to all ...

Perspectives - Short Poetry Compilation

Trees                                                                                                    

Listen carefully, 

trees whisper, trees weep.
they shiver in the cold,
they bury memories in the deep.
One must be worthy
to hear the promises
they keep.

                        

 Water 

                    

One drop of dew
one sprinkle of rain
one day feels all anew.
A single flake
On winter's dark night
beware the path you take.
Water is life
among the earth
in all its forms we thrive.

See This

A mountain to climb           

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on the road to the nest
a tiny ant sees.
A pebble to toss
on the way down the street
a little boy sees.

A branch to rest on
after flying all day
a weary bird sees.
Electric lines buzz
energy twenty-four
a community sees.

Differently.

                                     Arc of Life                                          

                                                                 

There are beginnings

there are endings

Alpha to Omega - 

overlapping arc

of lives intertwined

and apart.

From here one will start

  towards that which has been

  Meantime, we're all part

  of the in-between.

                         

                       Theresa M