Why

What I do

I do for

love. There

has never

been enough

money. Often

no money.

Often there

is risk.

Often the

perceived goal

is so elusive,

so at odds

with the norm.

I have no

supervisor of

my way but

God who

bids me on.

I follow

Him. He

is invisible,

but footsteps

in the sand

are His.

The mawkish

tale of being

carried by Him

is for those

too weak to

follow, leading

Goodness and Mercy

by the hand.

What I do

I do for love.

I am glad of

it. My motives

never change.

The only

change is

circumstance

and those I

despise as

comic or unworthy

of my tears,

if only I

believe, if

only I remember

what I do I

do for love

and do it.