The Mission
It's not without reason for high and low tides.
240,000 miles away, the moon and seas conspire.
Each of them has a mission to which they've been assigned.
It would be a chaotic world if they stepped out of line.
And I can't imagine how we the world would be realigned.
There is total beauty in the way we have been designed.
Inside and invisible is where we reside.
It's a given, and we never had to decide;
Leaving no room for boasting; no need for pride.
Inside may be our 'divine space', but our mission is outside.
We are alive to take our place, or we may choose to hide.
But fulfilling our life's purpose is the thing that really satisfies.
Something or someone has told us to remain inside or to step aside.
We may think we are the weakest link, but we are better than we realize.
Notwithstanding, we must not abide or listen to any who chooses to criticize.
We were not created here for the ride, but made for more; born to thrive.
And as we tune in to God's frequencies, we witness the unveiling of our meaning and our mission, and discover 'the what, the how, and the why'.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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