The great irony of humanity
Is that at our core
We are beings of pure light
And yet from birth our light is hidden
By our human form
As part of a physical existence
We experience many forms of pain
Physical, emotional, mental, spiritual
Each experience a jagged wound
In our outer physical armor
As the pain whittles away our humanness
Two options are presented:
Fill in the lacerations with earthly vices,
Denial, anger, suffering
Or let the light shine through
Allow our pain to become a beacon for others
A small glimpse of the face of God
The choice is ours
The latter, our purpose on earth
I like your last two lines. It is so true that we have a purpose for being here on earth but the choice of acknowledging and even celebrating that purpose is ours alone. God does not force himself on us but does invite us in to join him/her.
Another great poem.