A group of high schoolers last week asked me "what is the purpose of life". This is an expansion of my response.
"If you look into your future life
Decades from this question
Do you imagine a familiar light
Burning in the distance?"
The guidance sent to map the miles
With reminders of their forgiving
And courage met over years of trying
To pass along the great outliving.
The teenagers' innocent faces
Just put to me an elder question
And what is it you would say
Really is the purpose in living?
The answer put in what never dies
Your try to answer this very question
The truth held for you all along
"The love that goes on living."
"The love that never dies"
Then may you "be at home when you arrive."
Thanks to Paul Simon