Peter and Paul

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.