Purposeless Purpose
Fire of life is going to sink,
I grumble not, I regret not;
I have warmed myself enough,
I am ready to pack and depart.
From the rung of a ladder,
Where I presently stand,
Would I move on to the roof,
Or fall on the ground again?
I may strive again to make it afresh,
I may leave the field for someone else;
One circle leads to another circle,
Let God serve His purposeless purpose.
