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THE PLIGHT

I never cease to ponder at the turmoil in my life
Though I feel my soul is peaceful it is manifest in strife
While the strife is all internal 'neath a self content facade
Turmoil rises in the absence of at-one-ment with my God
Is it merely my perception? Am I resisting taking heed?
Should this life be one of resting, or is it strife I need?

It should be a simple matter to find the purpose of this life

Is it growth I need from striving or is it rest I need from strife?

Is it focused introspection, is it altruistic love?

Is it spiritual reflection, or is it all of the above?

For sure it’s more than economic, yet while that’s necessary too

Is it our souls’ evolution that makes it all worthwhile to do.

I can see no point in living just to pass another day

I must have something more worth giving, than just to pay my way.

It would be so much the simpler if a man could know for sure

What his purpose is for living, his evolvement to procure.

Will my purpose well within me? Could a vision not appear?

And suggest a clear direction to pursue while I am here.

I’m so tired of treading water, putting time in ā€˜till I die

There must be something more constructive waiting for me by and by

I have fancied other options but none have succored to my taste

Yet to continue what I’m doing simply put, seems like a waste

So it seems the only option is to carry on and wait

And resolve that when I’m called on I will not hesitate

I have learned of soul eternal, on an endless ageless quest

Taking various forms and bodies, each to serve its purpose best

With each lifetime experience and with every lesson learned

It’s one step closer to perfection that the growing soul has earned

For it’s purpose is advancement, and to not be left behind

In it’s struggle for ascension to God, the universal mind

I have friends who understand me, superficially at least
I have others who are certain I have succumbed to the beast.
I have family who despise me as a traitor to the faith
Very quick to, criticize me and condemn me as "off base"
I have learned I must not judge them, t’would be a travesty indeed
For they are only doing what ā€˜ere it is that their souls need.

In the meantime, I’m impatient, that my calling has not come
It’s quite clear that I’m not ready, sufficient learning’s not been done.
The problem’s not with others, nor need they change for me
The work must all be done within me for my soul to be set free
It is no one else’s problem, but mine only to resolve
To rise above the material, the only sure way to evolve

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Vic Pister

A soul looking for its purpose in life

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