Power flows in. Do I squander it?
On the shore, I build sandcastles that will wash away with the tide. In the forest, I lay traps that will be falsely sprung. On the plains, I build shelter that will be blown down by winds.
Lord, let me build permanence. The stone tower light, which will be a benefit to all travelers, is formed bit by bit. Grant me perseverance, day by day by day.