A poem, The Student Union

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People walking, talking, a steady flow.
That distinct sound of pots and pans clanging in the background.
The priest walks by saying, “This place reminds me of an airport”
Life, vitality, study, study, eat.
So many faces drawn with a careful finger.
Sensational smiles, somber frowns, observant stares.
Like a ca-boos of an old train engine life pumps.
Chug-a-chug-a chug-a-chug-a
A building of glass, and a restaurant style bench.
Bright faces with youthful longings in their eyes.
The custodians cleaning, bare the face of failure;
They’ve seen this world.
Ambition is at the core.
I think back to when my Father created this world, the terrible darkness shortly-thereafter.
The golden glorious ray of hope when his Son saved the world.
My Father let’s us live.
Chug-a-chug-a chug-a-chug-a
God doesn’t take our lives.
Ambition is at the core.
Everyone has a purpose-a motivation.
But is it because God has saved them?
The Sons of God, the elect sit in this room.
Is it her? Is it him? The girl with the pink headband, brown hair and a distinctive patch of freckles on her nose?
Brother Paul says it’s because they suppress the truth.
He is right.
My heart grows heavy and sad, I don’t want them to die.
Jesus can save their lives.