When She Searched not Aflame

She searched to find her purpose here,
And searched to find it there.
She looked and looked where'er she thought
A purpose may be sought

She loved to do the things she knew,
A change, she feared, 'tis true.
And yet to find her purpose dear,
She'd brave whatever fear.

Again she searched both near and far,
It seemed to be on guard;
To keep her heart in search of it,
And test each final wit.

Although she scoured every place,
It would not show its face.
She looked in nooks and spots galore,
Then couldn't take it more.

Eventually, she gave up hope.
With this, she could not cope.
Then finally, she was aware
The depth of her despair.

Tired and sad she sat quite still
Then cried and cried her fill.
She could not understand this fate.
Why could life not cooperate?

But while she sat in lull of craze,
Pupose came her way.
It came with silent steps along
To show a path life-long.

"Could it be," she asked herself,
"That purpose came itself?"
She hadn't need to look for it.
It showed one bit by bit.

All was simple now to her.
Why had she made such stir?
Now she knew that purpose came
When she searched not aflame.