BUILDERS OF FORM
Life is fleeting, so let us build.
Oh Grand Builders of Form,
purify thy hands for creation,
sanctify thy spirit for inspiration,
free thy mind from expectation.
Let your genesis be my genesis,
of endless creativity abiding.
Felt once and applied thrice,
your presence silent as a mouse,
standing like a stone house.
Solid and exacting where you rest,
I come knocking wearily.
Show me the way of the perpetual works of arts,
those that set aside time.
Show me the way of the grumbling mountains,
still pushing to penetrate the heavens.
Show me the way of the humble craftsman,
one who builds for the sake of building,
and righteously so.
Forgive my past excuses for only pacing after the lightning struck,
fearful of certain things missing,
missing the Grand lesson.
Of doing what one can, with what one has, with where one is,
for there is no greater blessing than this.
I can see the invitation clearly now.
Can we say yes when the path is hazy but our heart glows with possibility?
Can we say yes when our current reality doesn’t resemble what we envision?
Can we say yes for the sake of saying yes?
What a sweet gift you have bestowed unto thou.
To understand that life is fleeting, and that it is time to build.
We must build with courage.
We must build with conviction.
We must build with love.
We must build until our last breathe.
For those who wait to strike the iron never shape the Grand form.
Oh what an opportunity to be missed, let us not be remiss.
Thank you for life.
Thank you for presence.
Thank you for breathe.
Thank you for strength.
Thank you for creativity.
Thank you for abundance.
Thank you for every material that beckons to be formed,
code or clay or wood or food.
Thank you for perfect timing and tooling,
earning the next expression of form.
Thank you for the courage to create and let go,
paying homage to Grandly wise ways.
I thank you, for being understood.
Where you start and I end,
always welcomed within.
Oh, always welcomed within.