“Contending for purpose walking in destiny”

Upon this early hush of morning gold,  
A restless whisper calls my name anew—  
Beyond the rush where city echoes fold,  
I take my breath and ponder what to do.  
Not every path is gold-etched, wide, and bright;  
Some curl through bramble, shadow, storm, and doubt.  
Yet every trembling footstep claims the right  
To seek the grace the soul cannot live without.

Contending, yes, for purpose—night and day—  
I wrestle thunder in the waiting dark,  
Each question lighting corners of my way,  
Each answer kindling an earnest spark.  
My hands bear maps of scars and lined resolve,  
A testament to dreams I dared pursue;  
Each trial sown compels my heart to solve  
What destiny appointed me to do.

I let go lesser crowns, outworn, untrue,  
And in the silence, listen for the call  
That lifts my gaze from what I thought I knew  
To see myself invited after all.  
For destiny’s not trophies on the shelf,  
But turning every yes and every no  
Into a richer knowledge of myself  
And courage to let deeper rivers flow.

So onward through the hush and heat I move—  
A pilgrim shaping purpose while I roam.  
The path unfolds—a labor and a love—  
And, step by step, I find my purpose: Home.

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