Grand Design

Too many live in the world to be of it.
And like particles of dust,
Collect where the wind blows.

There are not enough in it but not of it,
To captivate the growth...
Of imagination these days.

Overcrowded are the pews of those praying,
To keep their lifestyles fixed to an accustomed rust...
Than there are those keeping their faith and trust,
If dust...
To be swept up to participate in all that life,
Has given them to experience.
Knowing they contribute to a grand design.