An Empty Bowl

Life for you has meaning,

as seen in every thought.

For me it’s something different,

and found when it is sought.

I gave my life to working,

and hid from 8 to 5.

Buried in my daily tasks,

the only time I thrive.

Beyond those walls of industry,

with measly check in hand:

Life became untenable,

I sought a way to stand.

I gave my life to worship,

and hoped for something more.

Trusting in a future bright,

the only time I soar.

Outside those walls of righteousness,

where hope had lost its’ light:

Life became untenable,

I sought a way to fight.

I gave myself to loving you,

and lived for something true.

Blind to all the world around,

the only time I flew.

Past these walls of passion felt,

no longer by my side:

Life became untenable,

I sought a way to stride.

I gave my life to service,

and wore so many ties.

Beaten by the raging sun,

the only time I rise.

Without those walls of ministry,

as name tag fades away:

Life became untenable,

I sought a way to stay.

I give my life to working,

and hide from 8 to 5.

Buried in my daily tasks,

the only time I thrive.

In this began the pattern,

and now without an end:

Life becomes untenable,

I seek a way to mend.

Life for you has meaning,

as seen in every thought.

For me it’s something different,

and found when it is sought.

I’ve never had a reason,

found within my soul.

And seek for something different,

to fill an empty bowl.