The Purpose

...he stood in awe, in awe of what went before, of what is now and of what will be.  A secret glimpse into a window, a vista into time.  The Universe's mechanisms reveal crystalline order.  And the white lights reveal Symphonic Orchestration.  The paper blows from the table onto the floor - as it was meant to be, as it had always been meant to be.  His glimpse comes and goes within a fraction of a second.  It comes and goes a fraction of a second before he steps into an eternal black hole, a hole that runs from reality.  His glimpse reveals an eternal sense of Purpose moving forward on the train of Faith.  How could he give up if the Universe never gives up? 

The ant brings her food; the teacher attempts to advance her student's knowledge, the waves lap at the shore.  Everything moves forward.  He moves forward.  It had been nearly thirty years since he almost stepped into that black hole.  Indecision, not-knowing and confusion meet for coffee every day.  Once ensured that their collaborative effort for the day is in place, they knock on his door and step right into his life.  He boards the train of Faith, taking sword, steel and pen to the fight.  At day's end his mind and body ache, he is battle-weary.  But he never gives up.  He lives.  He moves forward.

He knows that the Universe's Purpose unfolds before his eyes every single day.  He knows that if he never gives up; that one day he'll catch the train he was meant to be on...because as it has always been meant to be, it will.

Inspiration by Terry Starbucker.

Comments

[Terry Starbucker]

Wow. What a great read Dave, and AMEN. The inspiration has gone both ways. Take care my friend, and yes, we'll never give up. All the best!

[dave]

Thanks Terry! Ironically, that ad ran again today in the NYT.