The Idiosyncrasy of Humanity

The human factor, composing peculiar singular traits,

These eccentric, whimsical characteristics all abound.

Yet, under the most watchful eyes of God, not of fates,

He keeps his flock together, their futures to be sound.

The children often do stray and sometimes far away,

Seeking truth, seemingly all of the unknown answers.

Allowing the sciences to persuade them and to sway,

As if the planets in the sky were star map enhancers.

There's so much to take in, minds each to comprehend,

Jumbling of the facts, none are exact, are too conflicting.

The obvious often proven wrong, those we must amend,

The advancement of the human animal to be predicting.

Humankind, of its idiosyncrasy, is less than divine,

Made by the hand of God, and too, his own mold.

May emulate, to procreate, to be that of his mind,

Then going far beyond his heavenly stars, as bold.

A likeness in each design to define this human race,

None beyond reproach, in a need to coach, his goal.

Finding the ways to survive, then to thrive, all a place,

A secured environment, a sanctuary, a part of the fold.

If all were cloned and showing no traits of their own,

Just as a thousand million to have been born before.

What great discoveries to be made, progress shown,

Such beautiful futures for us all, what is to be in store?

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