Each one separate yet the same
All are called by their name
The venal ones we curse out loud
The holy ones above the crowd

Each starts life from the smallest seed
In the greatest care and need
Safe from harm, filled with grace
Each one has a tiny face

They grow in richest soil or thin
Strengthened nurtured or racked with sin
Called to greatness, to change the world
Or ignominy to end unfurled

No guaranty this life we lead
No clear drawn map to fill our need
In memories we hope to live
For others help we sought to give


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