Purpose

About this poem

Every person has heard one time or another that we have a purpose here on earth. For people of faith, we often believe and we agree. The parts we fail to say out loud are the questions we try to answer each and every day. What truly is my purpose?

I envy people who have a clear, defined purpose. I have struggled with this idea of purpose ever since I was a child. I watched as people around me discovered exactly what they wanted to do and be. I discovered adhd. I could do so many things and yet not one thing has felt like 'THE thing'.

I have hope that I might find mine someday and put a name to it. Until then, let my thoughts comfort all who read. There are so many of us in the world out here quietly trying to find the meaning to the lives we live.

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Purpose - what does it mean?

Purpose - like a tree that loses its leaves in winter and then blossoms in spring?

Purpose - the very thought of the meaning terrifies me.

I have none, none that I can see.

I hear it, I hear what you say to me.

"Find Him, and you'll find the keys

To unlock an existence that has been hidden beneath To find the very thing that terrifies you when you believe."

I see my reflection, I hear you speaking to me.

I ask..."is it a blueprint of sorts, a mandate or report locked away in a cabinet with a key?"

It seems so simple, yet it comes at a price I can't afford for the life of me.

Trust - to trust in a something beyond what I can see.

To trust that our heavenly father has a plan for me.

Purpose speaks, she commands "show them me."

I try and try but I can't.

I say to her "Something's missing. Please, help me find the hidden me"

She replies:

I am in art and I am free

I am music and I am in the sea

Look how the birds fly can't you see?

Let me lead you gently, to one true thing.

The Almighty, the king of kings.

To what end do we chase after these dreams?

She says:

"To finish the work He started in the garden long before the time of Eve."

Glory Glory is the final Hymn A song we'll sing when we finally see Him.

Glory glory to our king.

We found it, we found it, what it truly means.

The sprockets come together, the wheel spins.

His plan all along we finally see

It's heaven on earth and a king that lives.

But until then we'll play our part

Oil on canvas, business or art.

Something that you do great or small

Something that you do while you wait to be redeemed from this body and into His.

Most of all something that brings joy to us greatly or in part.

Purpose - we all have it, or so it seems.

What's yours?

I don't think I've figured out mine yet. But I truly hope that someday soon, I'll tell the story of how I discovered what my life's journey truly means.