Mike asked, "What is your purpose?"

Purpose? What is that? Ambition? NO. The drive, the inner yearning for life... to do? I will do what my hands find to do, the keys under my fingers type words to places and people unknown, who yet are connected and intimate, bound into the tapestry. I am purposed to love. To help. To serve. It shifts as a wildfire from person to person and task to task...enveloping me, incinerating self, it purifies. God writes the story and moves the life. I try to walk along and not walk into walls, to live along and not make enemies, finding secret paths along the way -- to find the right word or the right soultouch. To dream the right dream. To be awake when sleeping and not sleeping when awake. To be. To be good. To be good in God. To hold Christ's hand when I don't know the purpose. To listen to whispers in the wind. I write. I love. It is more than enough.