There Is A Purpose One Is Serving Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Facing North.
One unafraid to step forward,
Absorbs and soaks in...
This experience given.
To leave until the call to adventure,
Is heard and paid undivided attention.

Facing East.
A discovery increases.
The horizon welcomes the Sun that rises.
A connection attaches.
An adaption occurs.
As one's courage becomes emboldened.

Facing South.
There is a difference about this.
With a comfort one accepts.
There is a purpose one is serving.
And all within reach,
Becomes digested to respect.

And then to face West.
One realizes the importance of rest.
Recognizing the Sun,
As its effect leaves such colorfulness...
To slowly set as one receives a blessing.
With a thankfulness expressed.