A Life's Purpose - A Poem Busyness is not success. Nor is achievement. Nor accolades of power, status, or wealth. Success is measured by how closely we live out our life's purpose - the king who was called to live as a pauper is poor. What good is earning the riches of the world if they cost the betrayal of our heart each and every day? You know the voice. You've heard it speaking in the depth of your soul, trying to point you back to your blueprint, trying to realign you to your design. We don't chose our calling; it chooses us. Fail to accept it and you are thrust, thrown down a path of emptiness where the shrieks of the soul become so loud you must unceasingly engage in activity to distract yourself from the reality of your failure. Before do, you must answer who you are or all your doing is nothing but steps that lead you farther and farther away from your true self. Poem by Justin Farley
Change Observing the seasons is a reminder that life's only constant is change, and if you're staying the same, you're dying you're falling you're fading like ink soaked by spilled water - unrecognizable, incomprehensible, and erased from the book of life. Open your eyes to the marvel around you. Join in the song and dance of the living. Approach the floor with enthusiasm when life undoubtedly changes beat. Just be ready to adjust the rhythm of your feet. Remember it's not the fittest who survive but the most adaptable. The only constant of life is change, and if you're staying the same, you're dying. -Justin Farley
Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six months or so. I am happy with the final product and hope you find encouragement in the poems but also a validation that the spiritual life is not all sunshine and rainbows. We all struggle. We all have periods of questions and/or doubt. But it is the yearning that keeps us coming back for more and allows us to experience joy.
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Growing Pains – A Poem
Why are these dreams that stretch out across my heart’s field of desire,
That glisten Like droplets of drew sparkling on the morning grass,
So hard to obtain, so hard to take to take hold of,
And so hard to lasso and pull close to reality?
The burden is bearing the tragedy of it all,
Knowing what you want, what you need,
Lies just beyond the forest and through the trees,
But you seem unable to put those desires into action.
So often I’m fixated on distractions that pull me off-course,
And get me lost on side paths instead of trekking onward
Towards goals, aspirations, and destinations.
It drives a person mad, carrying around bags of frustrations,
Grueling through labor day after day,
Counting the minutes, knowing there has to be another way.
But the Way is left without footprints, often prepared for
But never ventured and what’s left of hope slowly fades away.
There’s a demon inside of me that seems unable to be controlled,
Scoffing at dreams, content to let life pass me by,
Trampling on schedules, and consistently cursing meaningful causes.
Claws strike out at my fingers each time
I reach out to grasp my true potential.
I now know the paved road to success doesn’t exist.
You must venture through the dense forest,
Fight through the clinging vines, and thrash through the sticks.
No, to journey with intention is no vacation,
And the mess inside me, always attempting to misguide me, is no easy fix.
But the trail to nowhere is covered by countless footprints
And paved with the trampled dreams others have left behind.
The alarm clock beckons.
My souls shrieks.
But for some reason I have yet to understand,
I hear, but refuse to listen.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley