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“My Divine Potential”
I have heard through whispering grasses,
flaming sunsets, and cooing sunrises
that I am a guest here, a stranger really,
gazing upon beauty, struggling
through various challenges,
and preparing for eternity.
My origin simmers on the fringes
of memory, yet deep down I know
that I am much, much more
than the world tells and cajoles me
that I should be.
When I saunter along the beach
early mornings, the rays of sun sneaking
upon the horizon, beginning to spread,
overflowing into the ocean
and then to me on the beach
as the waves lap at my feet,
I have heard through whispering grasses,
flaming sunsets, and cooing sunrises
that I am a guest here, a stranger really,
gazing upon beauty, struggling
through various challenges,
and preparing for eternity.
My origin simmers on the fringes
of memory, yet deep down I know
that I am much, much more
than the world tells and cajoles me
that I should be.
When I saunter along the beach
early mornings, the rays of sun sneaking
upon the horizon, beginning to spread,
overflowing into the ocean
and then to me on the beach
as the waves lap at my feet,
I know I am more than I think I am.
When I climb to Wall near the Tetons
and look out over the edge and sing
“Oh, God, How Great Thou Art,”
I know I belong in loftier and holier places.
When I read the holy writ and hear
“Thou art my son,” I sense my worth,
realizing I can be better than I have been.
At those precious moments, I recognize
I am living beneath my divine potential.
My climb through life and its many challenges
only enhances my eternal self,
despite the poundings of the world,
yet the poundings seem so distant
compared to the gentle whisperings
of my Heavenly Father whose voice
I hear and follow, knowing I am His
and His alone, here in this strange land
until I can become like He is to live
in the celestial halls of His Glory,
clothed with power and eternity.
When I climb to Wall near the Tetons
and look out over the edge and sing
“Oh, God, How Great Thou Art,”
I know I belong in loftier and holier places.
When I read the holy writ and hear
“Thou art my son,” I sense my worth,
realizing I can be better than I have been.
At those precious moments, I recognize
I am living beneath my divine potential.
My climb through life and its many challenges
only enhances my eternal self,
despite the poundings of the world,
yet the poundings seem so distant
compared to the gentle whisperings
of my Heavenly Father whose voice
I hear and follow, knowing I am His
and His alone, here in this strange land
until I can become like He is to live
in the celestial halls of His Glory,
clothed with power and eternity.
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