Psalm 12
a song out of the silence
I wait in quiet
It is the hour
Before dawn
What duties might
They be performing
Young priests in an
Ancient time
Extinguish fires of night
Light the daylight blaze
Against the artificial
Dark inside the temple
I have no calling such
As they, no memory
Of holy invitation to
Something purposeful
I sit, and it is quiet
It’s dark, and I wish
I had something good to
Do in this new day, as
Those who served
A sacred purpose
In an ancient time
clcouch123 
November 20, 2015 at 10:20 pm
Kind of a sad poem, hope your okay. When i think that I have no purpose I think of the John Milton poem “On His Blindess” – “He also serves who only stands and waits.” Hope that helps.
November 21, 2015 at 5:07 pm
Thanks very much for your concern. Sometimes I do feel purposeless. Sometimes it feels good to be up before dawn. And sometimes it feels sad. Yes, Milton and you are right. Sometimes waiting is just right. Hope you’re doing well as well. Again, Thanks very much.