Turning from Mediocrity
There are hands that seek to hold us;
Traps that seek to house us;
Pools of drudgery to dwell in.

It’s not merely paranoia, because they are in our very bones –
A condition as ancient as man.

But Our Creator never designed it so.
Each of our lives is special,
Destined far beyond mere:
‘Survival of the feckless.’
It’s not gradual evolution either, but a challenge.
One that cannot be met without muscle;
It’ll take all that we have, and more, to make the break from a limited existence.

The call and capability are within our grasp,
just a handgrip away.
When we show our strength –
More is added.

The voices that seek to calm us must be outrun, for we are their substance; they ride on our energy –
to them we are a battery.

To Him we are a gateway of new invention.
Strokes of genius;
Examples of grandeur.