I asked God, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked Allah, what is my purpose? 

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked the Buddha, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked my daughter,  what is my purpose?

She said, with a wrinkled brow 

To be my Dad, of course 

To have met & married my Mam

And be a good friend

to those who need a good friend

Is that not enough?

 

She squeezed my hand

Time moved on

and our matching smiles 

answered the simple question

of my very creation