Purpose Drops ©Dawn Minott

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry

“Purpose drops in our laps
as if the heavens threw it by accident”
like a star slipping out of orbit
like a word spoken out of turn
yet somehow exactly what was meant to be said

It falls—
heavy as a stone in still water
light as a feather floating on the wind
carrying weight and ease
in equal measure

We don’t always know what to do with it—
this gift disguised as a burden
this question wrapped in the skin of an answer
Do we cradle it like glass,
fragile and precious?
Or do we let it burn our palms,
carving its truth into our skin?

The heavens may play coy
but there are no accidents here
Purpose lands exactly where it is supposed to—
in trembling hands
in restless hearts
in the laps of those
who thought they were sitting still
but were actually waiting all along

It whispers:
“Carry me, even if you stumble.
Shape me, even if you break.
Live me, and I will make you whole.”

Purpose drops in our laps
as if the heavens threw it by accident

Afterword: A speech by Deshauna Barber delivered at an alumni event at the University Maryland global campus was the muse for this piece, inspired from this line: “purpose drops in our laps as if the heavens threw it by accident.”

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