On the Purpose of Love

On the Purpose of Love

A Poem by Mr. Moore

life is tough, truly it is. We toil away in academia, and then we toil away at our jobs to scrounge a living for ourselves. Its a dirty, often degrading, fight that leaves one battered and broken on the other side and you wonder to yourself what is the purpose of it? Why is the path so wrought with weed and rot and pit and barb? Then, God gives a shining glimpse of paradise, heaven incarnate in your opposite. Even a brief time in the presence of such beauty and wonder renews one's vigor for life, freshens one's mind, and leaves you a better man to fight the good fight unto the breach. You then think to yourself, this is my reward and I don't deserve it though I would trudge a thousand such burden strewn paths to earn it.

© 2012 Mr. Moore


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Avid shoe-wearer, lover of life, and apparently likes to be criticized. more..

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