This is a poem about our Motive or our good works and our love for God.

Why is it so hard for us to follow God’s plan for our lives? Why do we insist on straying from our ordained destiny in order to do what we feel is right for us at the time? I find myself, more times than I care to admit, coming back to ask for forgiveness.

We cannot achieve our long-nursed objectives in life without exercising patience. The longer it takes to attain our goals, the more assured we could be that we might be getting closer.

Just writing about fulfillment.

"Button up that blouse!" "Must you wear all that makeup?" "You march right back up those stairs and change your outfit. No child of mine will be seen running around in that thing."

Okay, I’m a Gemini, so I’m supposed to be like two sides of a coin…. However, I think a lot of people fall into this catagory.

Quotable composition of goodbye.

For all those who agree that Iago [villain of Shakespeare's masterpiece "Othello"] was a victim of “motiveless malignity”. Coleridge was veritable wrong.

People have different motives for similar situations.

These hard times in our lives.