In the desperate
need,
In the freedom,
In the pain,
In the celebration,
or drudge of another day,
In the business of hours
stripping life's years,
Who can live?
Who can see?
Where is the point?
Hourglass grains of reflection
slip past,
constant reminders,
dreams, hopes

drowning down

And yet 
There is none like me;
Unique, 
dna masterpiece
born to be loved,
to be heart seen,
to be soul hugged,
to be me.

Can I live with the 
present
I’ve been given?

Starting Thoughts: Are we just random unique or deliberately unique creatures? Does it take as much faith to believe in a world of random, as to believe in a world sustained by the power of God?
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