Purpose

What is my purpose? A mother said,

As from a worn book, to her child, she read,

Each task repeated from the day before,

Cook, wash, clean and iron, then vacuum the floor.

What is my purpose? A mother said,

As she listened, comforted and tucked into bed,

Repeating, “I love you”, for the hundredth time,

“Good night, Sleep tight,” echoed the rhyme.

What is my purpose? She humbly knelt,

Warming, sweet comfort, she tenderly felt,

As God listened, comforted and tucked into bed,

“Good night, Sleep tight. I love you,” He said.

The Bright Secret