Ok, This first poem is actually good. I can say that because it was NOT written by me. My great grandmother was a very spiritual woman. She used to do the laying of the hands. She also used to go into a trance state and commune with a spirit via automatic writing. She called her spirit White Rose, an Indian Princess who would give her guidance and insight. In one such session, White Rose gave her this poem, explaining life's true purpose and meaning. I have always found it lovely.
You are here and you are wanted,
Though the sunlit hours are haunted
With the shadowy shapes of care.
Since the great one, The all seeing,
called your spirit into being
Gave you strength for any fate-
Since your life by him was heeded
You can trust and you can wait.
You can wait to know the meaning
Of the troubles he sent your soul
Of the chasms intervening
Twixt your purpose and your goal.
Of the sorrows and the trials,
Of the silence and denials,
Of times answering your pleas-
Of the stinted sweets of pleasure,
And of pains too generous to measure,
You can wait the why of these.
Forth from planet unto planet
You have gone and will go.
Space is vast and you must span it.
For Life's purpose is to know.
Earth retains you but a minute
make the best of what lies in it.
Light the pathway where you are.
There is nothing worth the doing
That will leave regret or rueing
As you speed form star to star.
You are part of the beginning
You are parcel of today.
When he set this world to spinning
You were flung upon your way
When this system falls to pieces,
When this pulsing epoch ceases,
When the is becomes the was-
You will live for you will enter
In the great creative center
In the all enduring cause.