In limitation's cultured cell,
there dwells a fettered, gridlocked hell;
negating what is probable--
and turn it to impossible.

We build a fortress with strong walls
in triumph's gaudy trophied halls;
surround ourselves with concepts gained,
and yet our dreams are soiled and stained.

We stand behind this fail-safe glass,
we let those visions surely pass;
entombed in precept's cloistered safe,
enraptured by deception's waif.

Securing treasures -- building dams,
we should be grasping truth like lambs.
All empires built will one day fall,
but all will fail when darkness calls.

I tell you heaven welcomes those,
bereft of pride -- contrite repose;
With faith that God can find a way
expanding dreams... all fears allay.

R.Owen 18/05/2016