Sunday is my usual day to post to A Wandering Minstrel. Typically, I write my post Saturday and schedule it for Sunday. Well, yesterday was SUPER busy, and I didn’t realize til today was almost gone that I hadn’t posted yet. So, I’m shooting from the hip, last minute 🤠
Today’s poem is not one I’ve ever published because I don’t consider it one of my best. But it is also one I remember periodically, and it came up in conversation this week as my family was discussing purpose.
Purpose is not always easily understood, and many times, things we realize are purposeful later do not seem so at the time. I’ve come to believe that purpose is something we have to sit with in prayer, over a period of years, and our understanding of it is always evolving.
“Purpose” was written with many of these things in mind, though the treatment is light-hearted. Perhaps even metaphysics and philosophy shouldn’t be taken seriously all the time 😉
Purpose
A bee,
slamming into my front door,
over & over & over again.
What in the world is it doing?
Then a thought—
“It’s beeing.”
How silly
that we ascribe such purpose
to shopping, working, coffee, and love when,
from the outside,
these may seem our own brand of
slamming our heads, going in circles, and futility.
No,
purpose is divine,
even when misunderstood.
It is best
just to wonder
at it.
A Wandering Minstrel 
Love this! I can see why it comes up again in your consciousness. We can feel for that bee. What’s more, certainly the bee has intention, to go somewhere on its radar. It just is mortal enough to run into its own limitations, and the limitations of the physical world it lives in. 👍😊🐝 … Pamela
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Thanks, Pamela! I know, I do think about this one periodically. Ultimately, we have to trust God with purpose, especially when it seems like we’re banging our heads into the wall😆
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