The clock ticks on, September's frail light,
Fourteenth day, a name, "Your Secret Mission."
Romans speak, a life a living rite,
A sacrifice, beyond mere volition.
Heidegger's shadow falls, the Being's call,
Thrownness in daily grind, the routine's hold.
Sacrifice, a letting go of all
That veils the Presence, stories yet untold.
To please, to help, control relinquished now,
The self's assertion, a forgotten plea.
Adventure hides where daily duties bow,
A mountain climbed in trust, for only Me.
Presence, a treasure in the mundane deep,
Routine transformed, where worship starts to bloom.
Living close, the promise we can keep,
A silent offering within the room.
Genesis whispers, Psalms and Romans chime,
Being unfolds in acts unseen, profound.
Time's passage echoes, a truth sublime,
In letting go, the deepest mission's found.
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