Dawning

I have slipped to infinity
Graceful and famed
Carried through perdition
Riven, still tamed

Yet envisioned a being
Made to marvel my days
A voice sinewed with softness
Roughness to sharpen my praise

An image of conscience
The purpose of a man
Of candor, fervor; more
reason than when we began

His gaze stills my discomfort
We are sheltered with ease
I feel blessed to be breathing
On days such as these