We were created to venture where angels fear to tread
To go beyond the limits of hell, beyond the living and the dead
To quest the places no ear has heard no other eyes have seen
To recreate the world and make our transcendental mark therein
We were formed from dust, breath and fire
To long for and fulfill all our heart’s desire
Of stone and steel, of mind and feel we were made
To explore the creative intricacies of all creation laid.
To commit mistakes our nature will always be
But through all these, learn lessons will our souls see
To distinguish between the good and the bad
To discern wisdom in the combination of joy and sad.
But in the end of all our disharmony
The music of our lives, our frail humanity
Will be an orchestra in a magnificent tapestry
All our work and mistakes will all redound to God’s glory.


