Profession of mission

I’m not sure why I gravitate toward poetry. I guess because I like spare in my words. In my words, I like clarity. In my words. But in my thoughts and deeds indeed clutter runs amok so I go knocking over chairs and cursing mirrors in what I am called to do. I ask the heavens to make it as simple as a single word on a page. Be. Do. Think. Feel. Love. Can the clarity of one’s life be encapsulated in a one-word Mission Statement?

I’ve always found them silly, corporate, until today I find myself at a crossroads