When Nature wants to make a man,
And shake a man,
And wake a man;
When Nature wants to make a man
To do the Future’s will;
When she tries with all her skill
And she yearns with all her soul
To create him large and whole…
With what cunning she prepares him!
How she goads and never spares him!
How she whets him, and she frets him,
And in poverty begets him…
How she often disappoints
How she often anoints,
With what wisdom she will hide him,
Never minding what betide him
Though his genius sob with slighting
And his pride may not forget!
Bid him struggle harder yet.
Makes him lonely
So that only
God’s high messages shall reach him
So that she may surely teach him
What the Hierarchy planned.
Though he may not understand
Gives him passions to command.
How remorselessly she spurs him
With terrific ardor stirs him
When she poignantly prefers him!
Lo, the crisis! Lo, the shout
That must call the leader out.
When the people need salvation
Doth he come to lead the nation…
Then doth Nature show her plan,
When the world has found – A MAN!
~ Angela Morgan
I can’t tell you how much this resonates with me. Everything I just went through, the past few years, is described in this poem and there’s really nothing else to say. Often when we are in the thick of it, we forget that we are being built into something so powerful. You have to flip the cards you have been dealt in your mind and see, even through the darkest of times, the light. Then, you can accomplish and achieve anything. No matter the odds.