Peter Pan never said it.
But his heart beat it,
To
die will be an awfully big adventure.
Not an implication the latter is
aspired—or
even wanted. A Far cry
from a suicide ballot.
It is a testimony of purpose.
When your soul is immortal—even the
definition
like a person who is called by
name,
Lost—which we all are.
He, more than most, would question his purpose.
But unlike this lost boy,
what a
gift!
With vaunt we cry! We do
Die. With death comes purpose.
To not have a mother is sad.
To not have a death is tragic.
We find purpose in knowing we have
a completion.
For a soul that is lost, searching
will never be found.
Could Paul and Peter be friends?
Would bitterness be of Peter—to
never experience
what Paul trusts is the absolute
gain.
Thankful am I to once be a lost,
too
But now I am found. I know I have purpose
And His death proves it.
By grace, mine, too.
