Purpose is steady.

It moves with us through life. It fills the cracks and crevices of ourselves that feel obsolete.

It strengthens. It strips. It calls. It awakens. It quiets.

It moves with us through life’s uncertainties.

I heard her in a whisper beaconing me to move forward.

I felt her as a thunder reaconing in my soul.

I lay my head upon her compass when the journey was confusing and lonely and the road ahead of me covered in stones.

Needed a reason to keep on.
Needed a peace to soothe my soul.
Needed a light to call my own.

Purpose is steady.
Steady like the way home.
It beats a drum.
It creates a rhythm where we belong.
It sings a song we call our own.