Someone said,
“A mission should be big.”
So I tried to stand taller,
I lengthen my neck.
I soften my eyes.
I tilt my head just enough
that my soul has room to breathe.
But still I tripped over the question.
I have never trusted questions that want to be answered quickly.
I am not interested in perfection.
I learned that the soul does not reveal itself in brightness alone.
It waits in shadow,
and it requires patience to be seen.
So if you ask me my mission,
I will not give you a sentence fit for a wall.
If I have a mission,
it is not to capture likeness,
but essence.
I will give you this instead:
to tell the truth slowly,
with mercy,
and with enough light
to prove the darkness was never empty.
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