" ...waterless clouds, carried
hither and thither by the winds,
autumn trees that bear no fruit,
doubly dead and rootless,..." *
Bum-steer, they loose direction.
What could be their life mission?
Life skills, they've got to master.
Come, free those minds sooner.
Easy ways? There's no such option.
Poor creatures! Off to destination!
"You're the captain of the ship...
Go, sail through waters in the trip!"
"Be bold, take command. Be a man!
Look, calm shores!" Fears, begone.
* St. Josemaria Escriva, Friends of God, no. 29
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