Legacy

Springs of hope well up and give me peace to face this journey

For the purpose we were placed here--a bigger meaning clouded by uncertainty and a lack of confidence.

The place and time for our legacy is at hand---were we made for something bigger than ourselves?

The portrait unfolds before us--a mess of colors and shades and irregular lines

An unfinished portrait that waits for each stroke to add meaning to emptiness and order to disarray.

Is it a mystery for us to solve or a door rising in front of us--what is our mark on this calendar?

I stand in awe  as the purpose is revealed and all is made clear--there is a time and place for all things great and small.

We are not an accident--we are the legacy that we leave--the footprints and purpose of a life well-lived.

Originally Written 3-28-10