Under Heaven’s splendor
Tomorrow’s sun rises in even tides,
All tied to burning bridges and lose
The warriors pen it all down.
Whether inked or written in dark shades
Of late nights confined to tight corners.
Self defense mechanism against
conformity and watchful ambition.
This canvas becomes the platform;
That which stands above the norm.
Not better than but apart from,
Separated, but not segregated.
Defence against every sinister utensil, and
Illustrated by God’s paintbrush,
Drawing against all drawbacks, these souls are
Set apart for greatness, set aside
Beside sunlight. Light from
Grace, surrounded by earthly
Treasure, yet racing in
A separate lane; set for God’s pace, and
Driven in paths that have not been made yet.