Fleeing presence

Under Heaven’s splendor

Tomorrow’s sun rises in even tides,

All tied to burning bridges and lose
Ends.

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.

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