July 20, 2015
If I were born in a box, there would be no mystery.
I would know the corners of my world. . .
recognize my limitations. . .
know how far I could go.
But I was born out of the box.
There are no corners here.
Eternity– how far does it go? My mind barely grasps forever.
Out of the box, I wonder, how far can I go?
What is my potential?
I’ve seen and heard of miracles performed by gifted souls. Could I go there?
Sometimes I forget and live as though born in a box, wrapped up in drama, my vision narrow.
This never feels right, for my soul recognizes wandering.
My soul wants to be my potential.
Is my potential endless as the stars?
I think so.
Strive for it, dear friends.