Soul Purpose

“Forever Our Love Exists”

In an instant, a life is conceived.

Stitched together in the Womb…he is named before his birth.

Closer to heaven, than men care to acknowledge…

Farther from sin, than men care to admit.

Born into a cruel world, the baby cries.

Cool air, bright light, sounds that are no longer stifled…

These are the welcoming calls that usher him into his new world.

These are the realities of his new dawn.

He eats,

He sleeps,

He wonders…

He grows into a boy.

He stumbles,

He laughs,

And as he seeks more that what he has…

He learns to run.

Hunger is common,

Fullness is never rare.

Learning is normal,

Fear and comfort become his guides for life.

He learns of love,

He learns of hate,

He learns of sadness,

He learns of humility.

He lies,

He sins.

He forgives,

And he learns to accept the thoughts of want.

The boy grows nearly every day.

His feet cause him to stumble.

He watches, and continues to learn.

He seeks not wisdom, but experience becomes his hunger, and his passion.

Soon he is a man,

His boyish ways fall behind him.

Looking back, he yearns…

Yet looking forward, he aches.

He works, and struggles to survive.

This life, however grand, comes with a price.

He learns to want for more,

He learns to compete.

Arriving to fulfill his days, comes his soul mate.

He finds his spouse to complete his life.

They walk together from their marriage day forward.

He is not to experience loneliness again.

The reward of life comes with children.

Small lives eager to learn, and love.

He remembers, what it was like,

He longs once again for those simple days.

Life brings challenges,

And Life brings rewards.

He finds that stumbling now brings wisdom,

And wisdom becomes his compass.

But, what does a life represent?

Can it be measured by days, or years?

Oh please, let it not be so!

Let us instead celebrate our lives by finding a way to measure charity and faithfulness!

He scours the horizons,

Only to find them ever eternal.

No matter where he goes,

The sun continues to rise and set…filling his days with the measurement of time.

How can life be this simple?

Certainly there must be more!

He seeks to know knowledge.

He ponders his very existence.

Standing tall, he confronts his own reality.

In his search, the path ultimately leads to a higher being…

for he finds that he can not know himself…

until he knows God.

Oh life…why am I here?

Might I be granted a purpose for my existence?

Why must I learn to accept myself first?

Why must I seek more knowledge, when it is wisdom that escapes me?

A heart beats…counting out the rhythms of life.

Yet found even deeper within, it is discovered that the heart contains love.

It becomes the only part of a man that remains as pure as heaven.

It is constantly, and ever ready to overpower evil.

The heart is a man’s ultimate dictator.

Once given authority, it rules his life…

Dominating the decisions of love and happiness…

Forcing a man to succumb to the simplest of pleasures.

Yet, when the beating of his heart stops…

when the muscles can no longer contract…

and when his soul departs this world…

There remains behind something that endures forever,

Within that man’s life, however short…

there is found an immeasurable greatness that is sometimes deeply hidden,

and is sometimes left open for all to partake in:

It is his love.

Love that was his to give, or love that he chose to withhold.

Love that he sought from others, but discovered from within.

His love endured through all of the measurable,

and prevailed over that which was immeasurable.

When not a single thought was left,

and when a tear could no longer fall…

his life was ultimately measured by his love.

When the light no longer struck his eyes,

And music became silent to his ears…

His life was ultimately measured by his love.

When his mornings no longer existed,

and his evenings were left for another to enjoy…

his life was ultimately measured by his love.

Cold life!

Happy life!

Frustrating life!

Beautiful life!

His life was a truly a gift.

His life endured eternity.

His life made us wonder,

and look within ourselves.

Lord, grant me one more day.

Let me take this day, and waste it not…

But instead, let me use this day for the betterment of myself,

and ultimately for the betterment of others.

Let me strike a harmonious chord with my brothers,

Let me sing from my heart!

Let me dance from my soul!

And Lord, if this day shall end up to be my last,

Then let my last act be one of love, and of kindness.

And Lord, if yesterday was my last day to gaze upon the sun and the hills,

Then let my brothers think highly enough of me to  lower me gently into my grave.

Let the remembrance of me cause a tear…not for what I gave, or what I accomplished.

But Lord, above all else…may I be remembered for how I loved.