Your purpose is not a distant star,
Not something waiting, wide and far.
It hums beneath each breath you take,
Alive in every choice you make.
It isn’t hidden, carved in stone,
Or whispered by the great unknown.
It’s in the way you lift your eyes,
To meet the world, to greet surprise.
It’s in the work of quiet hands,
In fleeting hours no one plans.
It’s washing dishes, writing lines,
It’s showing up, it’s small designs.
You are not waiting to begin—
The purpose lives beneath your skin.
In this one moment, clear and true,
Your purpose is what you choose to do.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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