Purpose is family
Bloodshot eyes at 3 am, rubbing circles
As a mother treads heavily into the kitchen
To ask if you’re anywhere near done with that project.
Purpose is love
An eight year old whose eyes light up
When you walk in the room, soon to be
Tackled by an energetic bundle of youth.
Purpose is weather
Whipping, lashing rain that imprisons you indoors with the love of your life
Snow that lets the sun glint off it so brightly you must squint to dodge snowballs
A bright, clean day full of flapping leaves and swaying trees.
Purpose is creation
A brand new work of art, strokes and notes and words just so
Never before seen or heard or brought to life with gentle, genuine lips
An otherwise lifeless arrangement given humanity by curious eyes.
Purpose is service
Worn, battered, wounded and scarred; men and women who risked everything
Smiling as you refill someone’s drink through the drive-through
Bending your back so the elderly once-mother no longer has to do so.
Purpose is life
Inhaling it in with the best of them;
Crying as touching sappy movies explore family and forgiveness
Wiping your eyes after a night of grief to let them see the new dawn
Resting and relaxing so that tough times can be endured.
Purpose is grace
Unfettered, reckless and raucous and loud and pronounced
Unashamedly calling to everyone
Redeeming, recalling, renewing, reviving
Purpose is life, love, family, creation, service, surroundings, grace.
Your purpose is to live.