Pursued With A Doing Of Missions

So magnificent is this gift of living life.
Pursued with a doing of missions to undertake.
Some loved.
And...
Some disliked.

But many do not appreciate this gift that they get.
And others hate being tested,
To be picked as the ones to get a specific job done.

No one who grows with a faith that shows,
Stays determined to stick selfishly indifferent.
Or refuses to experience those obstacles to face.

Yet...
Many do not appreciate this gift of life they get.
No!
Many prefer to sit through all of it.
While complaining to anyone who listens,
How someone else is 'lucky'.
And all they have known is bad luck and conflicts.

'Nobody knows the troubles I've seen.
Nobody knows my...'

~Do that in a different key.
Try avoiding B-flat.
You have no idea how many times I've sung that.
And in B-flat.
Until I began to hum it.

And one day I awakened to realize,
I was shuffling along to a wrong beat.
I had to speed it up a bit.
Since that song didn't fit any of my missions.
Not a one.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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