The Answers I seek

It is not my place to control the hours, like forcing an elephant to jump through hoops.

It is unnatural to please and placate, like wrestling a dry oak bough into a wreath.

It is unholy to ask oneself to worship money or things, like expecting an infant to walk with a cane.

It is ignorance to assume I know outcomes before beginnings begin, like judging things of which I know nothing.

I should stick to asking my soul the truth in each moment, “Is this right for me?”, “Is this the direction I seek?”, “Am I your purpose made manifest?”

I want to be so pure that I let go of even hope and make faith all that I am.