Purpose Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Purpose

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Lamps light the path of purpose
We all need direction
Leaves of silver grace
Varnished wood like crafted moments
You are just a necessary dream my dear
Linen as soft as doves' feathers

Inner vortex
Angels

Suffering needs meaning
We can hold up when we have love
We can endure the war with hope
Neurotic pain is useless
Not forgiving is bad karma
I have chosen to let go of the bad

Cleansed amidst the chaos
Purpose as clean as white light

Friday, January 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: liberty
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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