Preachers:
  only sow,
    the path,
      they know,
        and how you:
            must go.
Teachers:
   show where
      faiths, and
        knowledge,
          reside,
          and the answer:
               you decide.

Insignificant!
But what if we're not?
Not everything's known
Inside the ***

Our minds hold
A handful of sand
Look to the desert and
Understand

Sometimes with my
  little eye I spy.
The glories of a
  morning eastern sky.

A young man, on a
    building top,
      meets his fate.
Uniting a divided
     nation, in
        their hate.
As agent of a
    failed assassin's
       plot,
or inept shooter, who
    missed, the head
       shot.

Because so few walked the path
    of climates, master,
So many are fleeing the path
    of climates, disaster.

More that's said:
       With fewer words.
More likely:
       Remembered,when heard.