Intent
you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong
you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat
you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed persons
warm their cupped hands and faces
never able to lighten their burden
you aim to rework humanities place
more caring now than indifferent
so that all souls can truly embrace
but, that may not be nature's intent
hardship may in discrete analysis
be core, even to the cells of us
diversity of adversities in synopsis
her permanent grand plan nonetheless
so here's an observation for you to see
dream your dreams and make your plans
to initially carve into nature's tree
but soulfully will to restep your stance
what you think she's thinking is best
most likely ain't what's there to find
point is, that no one can truly guess
designed intents of nature's mastermind
© Goode Guy 2013-06-24
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