Mission

From whence you came

It matters not.

The truth is that you're here.

Your mission now

Will be revealed

In sunshine and in tear.

You'll travel here,

And travel there.

You'll speak of many things.

You'll reach the end

Of your stay here

With a flutter of angel wings.

Your journey then

Will take you far,

You'll learn of glories fair.

When you return

You'll tary not,

But visit everywhere.

You'll shed your light

Upon the souls Of people far and near.

And when you rest

Within your self

You'll worry not, nor fear.

For misery, and loneliness,

They'll be no part of you.

For you'll have found

The peace within,

Beyond the sky of blue.

Nancy Tate

August 7, 1998