Might it be possible
That of an average someone
The dough of her very existence
Is composed of a multitude of wonders?
The fear of recognition
Traps her from the world itself
And yet her blessings explore
Unsurpassable margins of hope.
But what good is this
If no other sould shall
Ever envision the marvelous
Promise of a creation such as this?
While the Earth holds her down
Let her leap toward the heavens.
For from there comes perseverance, character and hope
To a form desperately longing to take shape.
Let the world no longer have its grip on her soul.
Rather that she be the clay and reach toward the Potter.
Letting Him mold and shape her
Into the greatest servant of all His Kingdom.
So might it be possible that of an average someone
The dough of her very existence
Is composed of a multitude of wonders?
Quite possibly!
Copyright 2003 By Alvin Shaul
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