Finding purpose

I wonder if it’s in the finding;

In the moments of knowing purpose

Popping up so brilliantly out of the surface

Out from under the steps through our lives

As if the ground we have traveled

Over and over again worn,

rugged, grooved, smoothed,

tracing and shaping our days

In ways of wonder, questioning, concern

As if the ground speaks for us

In moments of being found,

for our purpose in this world

Not

From

Searching yet being seen

Not

from

Knowing yet being known

Not

from

Usefulness yet from joyfulness

Not

from

Becoming outstanding yet from belonging

I wonder if finding purpose

Is to know one another from the ground

We have traveled together

Over and over again worn,

rugged, grooved, smoothed,

Tracing and shaping our days

To know one another

is to know purpose—

Is to be found.