The Elements

“We only take the very best to make the very best
For each of us, designed we are to live our lives with zest;
‘Intelligent design’ indeed is at the very core
Of life itself, and what we are – God knows we could be more.

For we abuse our bodies, minds, our beings, and the folks
Who live with us on planet earth; and excellence? A joke!
So rise above the mean and mean, be everything you are;
Develop self, and serve your age, for you can travel far.

Few years we’ve got to catch the breeze and rise up to the clouds;
Like multi-colored kites we are, stringed-tension thus allows
Us to rise up, fulfill our dreams, or passions if you will;
God’s into excellence Himself, and does not turn out swill.

“What is your ‘Why’”, he asked one day as he reflected on
Our struggling little enterprise, “know ‘why’ or you’ll be gone;
Folks don’t attack the things you do, when you live out your ‘why’,
For they know well you won’t give up until you reach the sky –

“It is not worth the bother, for there’s weaker fish to fry;
I’ll move along, take out some dreamer with no reason why;
For they will run when I show up, say ‘boo!’ I’ll take their cash,
And add it to my heritage, and brag about my stash.”

So say the little folks in life who think that cash is all;
It’s not, but it’s a tool to use once you have felt a call
To rise above the mean and mean, and serve the present age
As fully as you can each day; with other gifts engage.

Perceivers can be difficult to work with day to day,
So they get turfed out on their ears as other giftings say,
“I don’t need you, you’re just a pain, I’ll take your golden egg,
And fry it up for breakfast – and forget it’s you who laid –

That insight on my table top, I’ll grab your eggs and run;
If I implode before it’s hatched, oh well, I’m having fun;
“But there are more”, the chicken says, “you’ll need ongoing hints,
On how to bring the best from that – why don’t you stop and think?” –

Perceivers say, and shake their heads, then say, “I told you so” –
Like insights on an apple tree, unpicked, so down they go
To rot, unused, on ground beneath, while hunger spreads around –
Economies implode, they stumble on, their vision gone.

We are like kites – we need a string if we’re to catch the breeze,
For we can rise if insight strong holds tension anchored – freed
To do what we’re designed to do, it’s then we all are blessed;
We can’t control the wind – but we can catch it as our best –

Comes into contact with its life, it’s then we rise up high;
Sometimes we crash, get snagged, drift off, which brings to us a sigh;
But then we see, like Plato’s cave, that concept is the king,
And some new iteration make – with kite, some wind, and string.

Thanks Lord for this.

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