Master planner, creative and wild
Orchestrating the minutest of details
Chance happenings are nothing but a lie
Caring always for our good
Setting the courses of the masses into collisions
All for your glory, your light shining into the dark
Provision in prosperous and ephemeral times
Peace and rest if we trust
Unseen doors revolving, guiding the twists and turns of our lives
Human circle expanding or circle shriveling
Still the beats of footsteps linger in my ear
Marching onward they grow fainter
Until silence pervades on the edge of another day
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