A week or so ago, a friend made comment about her search for purpose.
It reminded me of another forever friend who posed the same question a few years back. As her days increased, she wondered whether she had accomplished the purpose for which she was created. It was difficult for her to imagine because she wasn’t sure she knew what it was.
At the time, I remarked that maybe her purpose was intertwined with mine – that our divine purpose was to know each other and love one another.
Quite simple really. Quite noble as well.
When asked a similar question a week ago, my only thought was to everything we know of life and living. If there is but one sacred instruction, it is to love.
If we love, then everything else finds its place – and other commandments are wasted.
So, surely, love is our purpose. Love changes the weight of all our days such that even the smallest tasks become amazing accomplishments. The least of us becomes more than we might have imagined, might have planned, might have dreamed.
With love as our purpose, we become more than just the sum of our days.
stay
where I have lingered
a whisper on the wind
a fragile light
along the window pane
dream
where once
I fell to sleep
calling out your name
stay
that I might
love you here
again
. . .
tornadoday 
A very simple, yet profound truth!! It is always the place to start and is usually the place in the middle…and the place at the end 😉
The circle that returns us back to the place where love was started, where it grows only in the giving ❤ Thank you, Lorrie.
LOVELY! ❤️
Thank you, my sweet precious friend.
Beautiful message Bobbie, and a lovely poem! As I felt what is alive in your words I will answer with a poem,as love is the most important Gift in this world with love we are able to grow and blossom! He provided that special gift to bring such inner peace within, to be shared with others. You do that all the time…with what you share so beautifully!
A Part Of Your Love
My heart delights
as it embraces the
glow it sees in your
smile
For it lifts me
and fills me
with a joy…
which stays
And each day I
long for its
brightness to
become a lasting
part of my life
And being a part
of your smiles
radiant glow
I know I will
always be…
“A Part of Your Love”
This is a psalm I wrote to God one day! May your new year be abundantly blessed with love, joy, happiness and inner peace, and spiritual prosperity! You are a treasure because of how you touch us with your genuine selfless love in all you share and do! Love you always my sister… God bless!
My dearest Wendell, in your words, I find your heart. God lives in the poem of your soul. May the year enfold you in endless blessing. Love to you, my brother…. Always ❤
No matter how far or how deep we look we find light to be the essence of matter and the universe … No one knows where it begins or if it ever ends … Sounds like love to me ??
Surely, there is no thought of beginning or ending, but only in being. Any attempt to define either, only makes them less. After all, what value is love when it aspires merely to be understood?
When in truth all it seeks is expression …
a soft place to fall………..
Super line….
“With love as our purpose, we become more than just the sum of our days.”
Lovely! Hugs! ❤
You are so very kind, Bushka………….. Indeed, love is all they said it would be!!
Thanks…..Hugs! ❤
What could I add to what has already been written above except that you are a light in a whole barrel of darkness. ……………….xo
and you grace the path in more ways than you can imagine………
Yes!
Funny I reconnected through a comment you left on “Sum Day”
a phrase you use here.
In loving we stir others to love. No loving act is wasted. We grow together through such beauty! Just wonderous.
…….and the only response to love is to love more ❤