بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Life doesn't always offer us the choicest of beginnings or middles or endings, pieces of our stories that we spend a lifetime building and shaping, but when you wrap it all around a vision beyond our final breathing, that's when the most glorious of tales start to manifest, past a doorway not everyone's expecting. The echoes of my Gemini, affirm and attest to this direction, not simply background radiation but near the forefront of the heart's convection, singularizing further the hope, while perpetuating the skylines of brilliance, dazzling to these eyes, for in this life He gave me not the irises capable of containing such intensity of lights. Coincidental, not in the slightest, simply His test of my mettle and intents, see if I held the same End even should beauty beckon its way more than once to front and center of attention. No doubt in the mind, with His permission, it's the same road as the one I've already chosen, with the Gemini's constellation mapping with deeper precision, not only the course of twinship, but another means to navigate the hurdles and taste the fullest worth of the highest ambitions. I'll never be worthy of the anchors He lets grace my seas, but perhaps in redirecting towards Him and claiming among the most noble of dreams, fruition and completion become merely a given, the first doorsteps to an Eternity without limits.
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