Mission Statements Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lately,
Many and not all...
Seem to be needing,
Quiet time to themselves.
Reviewing closely with microscopes,
Every word of their mission
statements.
To then ask God,
If an addendum or memo sent...
Had been overlooked.
Since many have begun to appear,
Dumbfounded by the demands...
Placed upon their fading patience.

And in silent prayer,
The answer they receive...
Gets crystal clear.
Tolerance of nonsense?
Isn't part of anyone's mission.
Nor is accepting disrespect.
To get it from relatives, friends...
Or business associates to expect.
Is neither there to have been erased.
Nor does God insist,
Putting up with this...
To pretend in performance,
For the rest of anyone's life.
And...
In small print,
Some mistakenly misunderstood...
That expressing love and concern,
For others...
Who will never comprehend the meaning.
Definition.
Origin or purpose.
Why permit their headaches,
Become yours.

"But God,
Isn't that a bit hypocritical? "

And as always,
When God comes to deliver a message...
The timing of it sent,
Is meant to be appropriate.
And followed.
Not questioned.