Sitting here
consumed in thought,
a gentle whisper ushered itself
into my solitude and ushered out
all apprehensions that sought
to anchor themselves therein
Purpose is one thing
and choice is another—
both are seemed different
until sandwiched and consumed
as the one mission from God
Transformed by the renewal of mind,
I metamorphosed into a gentle plowing
warrior; chosen and commissioned to purpose:
sowing the seeds of freedom, peace and love—
mining new days of a new world coming…