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.
♥