Of Ability and Irony

There are those that can forge stars, Melt the elements, Bend the universe, Light the furnace, And Spark turns to flame And flame turns to blaze  And the blaze burns all away.

There are those that can melt hearts, They are the users of word and music, Prose and poetry. Silken and sweet. They wrap you up in imagination, They whisper directly to your soul, They make the world within come alive  With passion built on a foundation of words

There are those that can wage wars, Their passions inflame the hearts of men, And bind them together in common cause. Good or evil, they are of the same cloth, The emblem emblazoned may differ, But their fires burn the same. A cause, an end, a means.

There are those that can nurture, The silent healers and growers, From plant to animal to man himself, They find themselves ever-ready to help. Piece by piece, they fix the world, Stitch by stitch, they mend the wound,

Then there’s us, mere humans,  Amalgamations of the pieces out there. We take a path unknown, to a goal undefined. Blessed with free will yet cursed with consequence. We struggle and toil, To make sense of our world, To make sense of who we are. To be the star-forgers of our destiny, To melt the hearts of those around us, To wage wars against our enemies, To nurture what we love and hold it close. We are never one thing, yet we are never everything.

Ironic, right?

Yours, Always, Lawrence

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