A Rarity

It's the rare moments Fragmented and infrequent Where lucidity flows in Perspectives merge And finally connect And I see clearly now Judgment no longer Clouded, shrouded by outside noises Biases cease Other opinions are forever Irrelevant, void Because He wins And he loses I triumph and the world, The world cannot say a damn thing To bring me down. I then realize Impossibility is a limit that does not exist, It does not have to. Like the limit of 1/x if x=0, It is not a viable choice. I used to be a whiz at this But now, I'm not sure if it's even correct If it even makes any sense So excuse me if I am wrong All I know is... Not much, maybe. Except this, definitely A box, or as a matter of fact Anything meant to hold things, Cannot contain my massive entity. Actually, it will self-destruct If it even thought About holding me back. The stars cannot compare to my beauty Galaxies cannot begin to surpass my potential. No, I may be small and weak at times But do not be a fool I am indestructible, unconquerable. This universe is my playing field, Although I am grounded Here on Earth. Possible, attainable, infinite Are my birthright because In these rare moments During the quiet bliss Where His will flows through me And His strength makes my heart beat, By Him and only through Him I realize how blessed I truly am And I cannot, for the life of me, Continue in believing otherwise. It will be a disservice An injustice, a loss. The alternative is a crime. Living under the shackles Of the thought That I am not enough I am not worthy. No, I live for these moments Where I am reminded of who I really am And what I can achieve With Him.