“Every mood, every state, I Myself these all create, I Myself these all assume, I Myself don every costume.”

“It’s I who all roles enact, Being all things and beings in fact, Myriad though they may appear, Each is just Me, My dear.”

“What’s life’s purpose?”, you ask my view, In replying to your query, I say this to you: “It’s to be a mere instrument of God’s will, This is the way our life’s purpose to fulfill.”

Of what use to You could I be This new day, please tell me.