Builders
Cast we were in molded clay,
infused with breath and life.
Sent upon this land, to stray,
with conflict, peace, and strife.
Conflict, it seems, builds the man
though what indeed would be said?
By that which unfolds the Master Plan,
To expand, to live full lives instead.
Working towards our future goals,
ignoring the beautiful today,
we strive towards distant Poles,
Ignoring that before us today.
All we have is God and Now,
eternally we must connect
to love, to live, remain unbowed
to avoid becoming careless wreck.
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