Purpose

leavesJust what is it
That I’m going to do?

When I think of it
I think of you

Colours of every hue
Innocent voices coming through

A place, a time, a space
For laughter, love
And sadness too

Guilt and shame
And friends anew

A simple idea
Nurtured
Nourished

Leading us to …

Just what is it
That I’m here to do?