Give me work till my days are done, Give me life while there’s work to be won. A purpose that burns, a spirit that strives, To fill every breath with the spark that survives.
When a patient seeks a healer’s care, With words, his pains he must lay bare. For only then can wisdom see, The path to mend, to set pain free. A silent plea cannot reveal, The wounds that time may yet not heal. So, too, a student must express, Their doubts, their fears, to find success. For in the sharing, truth takes flight, Guiding hearts from dark to light.
The way forward lies within, Where journeys of truth begin. Accomplishment blooms, serene and pure, In knowing what’s vital, simple, sure. To be essential, to truly see, Is to find the heart of what must be. Not in the noise, but in the still, Where purpose shines and dreams fulfill.