Hidayah / 2506 / ITE College East /
I am an average girl
Facebook owns me 'cuz its just the best way to stalk people.
Haters are not welcome at all.
Purpose Of Nothing
Sunday, July 24, 2005 Sunday, July 24, 2005
Purpose in the Nothing Days on end repeat themselves Morning noon and night It's nothing to get a cup of milk or To leave on the hall light
Stacks and stacks of building blocks Strewn about the floor It's nothing still to pick them up Like so many times before And then there is the soothing touch
Or word that brings new light To a hurting, anxious, growing child Who simply does not like the night Cooking, shopping, bills to pay Folding clothes forever it seems
The rain and snow keeps seasoning by But dormant lie my dreams Pointless, dull, routine, the same My soul withers to empty Only a tiny, hoping flicker remains
In the tomb my heart surrenders A voice in the dark rings true and bold 'You have no need to wonder. Don't you know you carried my name Each time you fed the hunger?
And when the pain of an injured hand Filled their eyes with tears You touched the wounds with healing balm You brought heaven near Tasks that had to be done
Routine is your daily fight It has become a root system of dependency From which seedlings can take flight It's all in the thought of things And know that it is 'something'
You are my vessel of bonds unconditional When you find purpose in the nothing'
