Georgia Douglas Johnson
Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.
But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the sky encircle the sea
And I throbbed with a burning desire
To travel this immensity.
I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!
At what point do you forgo sense and reason to pursuit passions? When do being a good a "good steward" and trusting God stop being so juxtaposed? I've been sensible and reasonable my whole life. I'm kind of tired of it.
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