The print of a soul
Is perpetual
In the ripples
Of eternity.
Footprints are fine
As traces of time,
Traversed paths,
And Rhythms defined,
But do they convey
A life on display
As girded for impact
Though scarred from foray?
What is a life upon the earth
But fleeting steps in the sand.
Whereas, a soul sent with purpose
Makes visible marks within the man.
So what is your life?
A masterful resume to boast?
Accolades to toast?
Materials to tote?
Degrees to bloat?
Satisfaction is internal.
Where you find joy
Does not need to be where you’re employed.
You can be content when you focus on the eternal.
Leave small things alone
And be thankful for struggle.
Pull up your boot straps
And remember life is a battle.
Give grace to others because they’re human too,
And do your best each day
Because greatness is in you.
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