Posted in reflections

Shaped by Moments

What jobs have you had?

I’ve been a leaf upon the breeze,
A seeker sailing silent seas.
A voice within another’s doubt,
A lantern when the stars went out.

Shaped dreams in hands both kind and true,
Then bowed as life unveiled the new.
No office walls, no nameplate brass,
Just moments shaped in dew and glass.

Not tasks alone, but calls I heed,
Each one a whisper wrapped in need.
For what is “job” but soul in play,
Learning to serve in its own way?

Posted in poetry and purpose

Echoes That Matter

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

What is the legacy I wish to leave?
Not monuments tall, nor titles to weave,
But moments where hearts paused to feel,
A truth, a laugh, a wound that healed.

A whisper of light in someone’s sky,
A thought that lingered, a silent why.
If my words or ways made someone see,
That alone would be legacy.