Sole/Soul-purpose of Life

May is a month etched in hearts and minds of Nova Scotians who lost loved ones in the

Plymouth Mining Disaster

if life were simply sea and sky

and sod beneath our feet

and hills and dells of low and high

or hard or easy street

if you and I were all there was

without the hope for more

then joy would be a joke because

what would this life be for?

if wake and sleep and work and eat

and struggle to survive

would be the sole goal of this fete

to keep ourselves alive

if sum of what a clock can coax

is all that we could claim

then happiness would a hoax

and life a cruel game

but life is so much more than days

blazing trails to a grave

much more than meted moment-haze 

that we are born to brave

life is a gift from from loving God
a rift that seasons skim
while breath by breath we scale the rod
that draws us back to Him

for we are more than accidents
that fell from who knows where
To try the ways of providence
then fade into thin air
We are the workmanship of He
who sparks each mortal flame
on Wick of Immortality
that none but God can claim


Janet Martin