Professional development days at school leave me wanting so much more. It is a pretense of doing something, but is busyness personified. I am left tired, unsatisfied, and with a bit of headache. I just want a choice. What fuels my spirit?
Day’s end arrives,
Quiet seeks me out–
Busyness dissipates;
A frenetic pace abates–
No hurry,
No frantic pursuit of something;
Whatever that thing might be
Remains uncertain…
Unclear,
Lost in a mist
Focus a little off–
I remain unsatisfied
Until, I wonder aloud:
What is life’s purpose?
Or is life its own purpose.








