"Nature's Forge: The Making of a Man"?

When Nature's fire ignites a man,

To excite a man,

And ignite a man;

When Nature dreams to sculpt a man

To play life's grandest role;

When her passion takes its toll

To craft a soul so vast and bold a man

That all the cosmos will applaud-

Observe her magic, heed her chord!

See how she ruthlessly refines

Whom she crowns in sovereign lines;

How she shapes him, breaks him, bakes him,

With strokes that shape and make him,

Into forms of artistry, secrets only

Nature comprehends,

While his heart aches, beseeching, and he lifts

hands that hope transcends!—

How she bends but never snaps,

When she fashions him for great tasks...

How she uses whom she chooses

With every purpose fuses him,

By every art seduces him

To unveil his brilliance—no doubt—

Nature knows what life's about.

When Nature yearns to stir a man,

To spur a man,

And confer a man;

When Nature aims to shape a man

To fulfill destiny's decree;

When she strives with fervent plea

And she longs with all her might

To craft him true and bright...

With what artistry she readies him!

How she prods and never dreads him,

How she sharpens, and she molds him,

And in struggles she enfolds him...

How she sometimes veils

Whom she sacredly exhales,

With what wisdom she conceals him,

Never worrying what reveals him

Even if his heart's afire and his

pride may not yet reach!—

Urges him to strive, to teach,

Makes him solitary

So that only

Divine messages may find him,

So that she may truly bind him

To what fate had planned,

Though he may not yet understand,

Ignites passions to command.

How relentlessly she urges him

With passionate fire, she purges him

When she sharply prefers him!

When Nature yearns to claim a man,

To acclaim a man,

And tame a man;

When Nature wishes to acclaim a man

To realize his celestial best...

When she subjects him to the ultimate test

That fate may bring—

When she seeks a deity or king!

How she reins him, constrains him,

So his soul barely contains him

While she inspires

And incites him!

Keeps him longing, ever strong, for a

mesmerizing dream—

Lures and challenges his esteem.

Sets a trial for his essence,

Raises it as he nears its presence—

Makes a wilderness for him to clear,

Makes a mountain for him to fear

And conquer if he can—

So Nature sculpts a man.

PROFITS FROM THE FALL

Then, to test his spirit's might,

She hurls a mountain in his sight—

Gives a choice that's harsh and stark,

And stands watchful in the dark.

"Climb or crumble!" is her decree...

Marvel at her artistry, her decree!

Nature's scheme is beautifully planned,

Could we grasp her vision grand...

Foolish are those who call her blind.

When his feet bleed, torn and bruised,

Yet his soul soars, undeterred, infused,

All his strength to the challenge steered,

Blazing new trails, revered;

When the divine force within him

Rises, refusing defeat's grim,

And love and hope remain in the face

of loss...

Behold, the turning point, the call

That summons forth the leader tall.

When the world cries out for salvation,

He arises, guiding the nation...

Then Nature's design is revealed grand,

For in the world, a man is found!