It doesn't rhyme, but poetry doesn't have too...I went with a line scheme of Haiku's, but mixed it up a bit...5/7/5 then 5/5/7/7/5/5
God's Plan
We are brought to life
Molded by his hands from clay
Sent upon the Earth
A plan is set forth
For us to follow
Once our molding has dried up
and we stiffen and pass on
All aspects are done
Our plan is complete
Molded in Eighty-Six
I have yet to discover
Where my plan takes me
I've finished high school
My way...dimly lit
Shrouded fog...squinting ahead
Through all the thickness
A light shines brightly
Is it my calling?
Is this the plan to complete?
God Knows...How will I?