(This photo was taken on September 5, 2016, around the time this poem was written.)

My purpose is not a climax, it’s fulfilled moment by moment.

I great an old couple with tears in their eyes. 

Not tears of sadness, but terror I surmise.

Not from death or fright. 

Not from anything other than a broken pipe. 

An easy fix for a plumber,

But to them, my partner and I, this day, are saviors.  
My purpose is not a climax, it’s fulfilled moment by moment.
I pull up to my church. 

My mission is to run the soundboard, but first,

I’ll turn down my music.

I’ll collect my composure,

Because it is Tuesday, and it came as a surprise.

Funerals are never planned and no eye is dry.

Though I’d rather help with a wedding celebration,

I’ll help to celebrate an older woman passing into greater life.
My purpose is not a climax, it’s fulfilled moment by moment.
It’s Monday night, so I rush home from work.

I join friends in the gym,

But not for sports, but intercession.

From 16 to 80 and beyond, 

We join in prayer, worship and communion.

Sometimes creating heavenly melodies,

Yet often, just a joyful noise. 
My purpose is not a climax, it’s fulfilled moment by moment.
I’m lying in bed, struggling with thoughts pulling me toward sin

I resist, and cry out to my Lord Jesus,

The author and finisher working from within. 

It’s suffering that leads to endurance, 

That leads to character and hope.

So in this season, 

My faith will be my reason

And my God will be my portion. 
My purpose is not a climax, it’s fulfilled moment by moment.
And I’m writing a poem,

Starting to understand,

Trying not to boast in anything I am,

Sifting through truth, lies, feelings and emotions, 

Because I thought when I was young, 

I would get there.
Wherever there is, I don’t know,

But what I do know is that my creator

Didn’t create me to achieve something big,

But in the meantime, just exist,

Or once I’m done, 

Dry up and make room for the next one.
My purpose and yours are found in moments. 

The dull and the amazing,

The filling and the emptying.

I wish to never again glorify the exciting

And demonize the testing. 
Today, I grab onto my moment. 

It is the only thing I can actually grasp. 

My purpose is now.
August 27, 2016