A Purpose Remembered

The peaks whisper of a time long forgotten

 a world once inhabited

 and a story unfolds. 

The embracing tidewind crashes to manifest the divinity of all. 

Something about those little sparks of life reach deep into my heart 

and suddenly I realize. 

I am here.

 I am part of something greater than my ability to imagine it. 

I am a wanderer with direction.
                                              -AJM