advent journal: limited perspective

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limited view

Somewhere in the soundtrack
of my life these words broke in:
“the things we are bounded by
make us capable of excellence.”
Not bound like a prisoner—
shackled—but bounded,
perhaps even boundaried:
put the rails up on the lane
and we all throw more strikes.

Freedom, at its finest is more
than being fenceless; love has
bounded us together to bring
out the best in one another,
even as we become a smaller
fraction of the whole of
humanity with every second.
I’m a flickering light in a tiny
room; yet from my window
the stars are flickering, too,
bounded by the night sky.

Peace,
Milton

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