In her poem entitled ‘When Nature Wants a Man’, Angela Morgan expressed a great truth in support of the theory that adversity and defeat are generally blessings in disguise. I have modified the version by changing Man into human:

When Nature wants to drill a human,

And thrill a human,

And skill a human.

When Nature wants to mold a human

To play the noblest part;

When she yearns with all her heart

To create so great and bold a human

That all the world shall praise –

Watch her method, watch her ways!

How she ruthlessly perfects

Whom she royally elects;

How she hammers him/her and hurts him/her,

And with mighty blows converts him/her

Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature under-stands -

While his/her tortured heart is crying and he/she lifts be-seeching hands!

How she bends, but never breaks,

When his/her good she undertakes....

How she uses whom she chooses

And with every purpose fuses him/her,

By every art induces him/her

To try his/her splendor out –

Nature knows what she's about.

When Nature wants to take a human,

And shake a human,

And wake a human;

When Nature wants to make a human

To do the Future's will;

When she tries with all her skill

And she yearns with all her soul

To create him/her large and whole….

With what cunning she prepares him/her!

How she goads and never spares him/her,

How she whets him/her, and she frets him/her,

And in poverty begets him/her….

How she often disappoints

Whom she sacredly anoints,

With what wisdom she will hide him/her,

Never minding what betide him/her

Though his/her genius sob with slighting and his/her pride may not forget!

Bids him/her struggle harder yet.

Makes him/her lonely

So that only

God's high messages shall reach him/her,

So that she may surely teach him/her

What the Hierarchy planned.

Though he/she may not understand,

Gives him/her passions to command.

How remorselessly she spurs him/her

With terrific ardor stirs him/her

When she poignantly prefers him/her!

When Nature wants to name a human

And fame a human

And tame a human;

When Nature wants to shame a human

To do his/her heavenly best…

When she tries the highest test

That she reckoning may bring –

When she wants a god or king!

How she reins him/her and restrains him/her

So his/her body scarce contains him/her

While she fires him/her

And inspires him/her!

Keeps him/her yearning, ever burning for a tantalizing goal -

Lures and lacerates his/her soul.

Sets a challenge for his/her spirit,

Draws it higher when he/she's near it –

Makes a jungle, that he/she clear it;

Makes a desert that he/she fear it

And subdue it if he/she can –

So doth Nature make a human.

Then, to test his/her spirit's wrath

Hurls a mountain in his/her path –

Puts a bitter choice before him/her

And relentlessly stands o'er him/her.

“Climb, or perish!” so she says….

Watch her purpose, watch her ways!

Nature's plan is wondrous kind

Could we understand her mind…

Fools are they who call her blind.

When his/her feet are torn and bleeding

Yet his/her spirit mounts unheeding,

All his/her higher powers speeding,

Blazing newer paths and fine;

When the force that is divine

Leaps to challenge every failure and his/her ardor still is sweet

And love and hope are burning in the presence of defeat…

Lo, the crisis! Lo, the shout

That must call the leader out.

When the people need salvation

Doth he/she come to lead the nation....

Then doth Nature show her plan

When the world has found - a HUMAN!