Our goals can

Take us places 

We never imagined. 

Sometimes 

Even far away 

From our Home.  

**

Our pursuit 

Despite all of the odds 

Can dominate our days.  

Overshadowing 

A still, small Voice inside. 

**

Only years later 

Can we see our folly. 

Looking backwards 

Will we see how foolish 

Following the crowd 

Derailed our Purpose.  

**

As long as 

We have breath 

Our Purpose is Possible.  

Perhaps this is the day

We give up “my” goals. 

Instead we seek Your Voice

And around we 

Turn.