There is a secret within you,
whispered in your ear
when you still curled around
heartbeats and the tide of the breath.
The acorn heard it, and so did the squirrel.
The supernova and the flickering candle
lit it well.
The wolf and bear raised their heads,
and sniffed it into their broad paws,
and so did the child who painted it in red
with one crooked finger,
a bold slash through the whitewash.
We each are an heir to a Purpose-
no, not a vocation or a doing but rather,
the unique way we are called to stand up