*Although the idea of this poem came in relation to a certain person, I could not have finished it without pondering the grace and potential of masculinity in general. We often forget that we are in the image of God and thus our potential far exceeds mortal comprehension. Let us discover the divine within each and every one of us and never believe we are simply low creatures of crude matter.
Within the form of Sovereign Lord
A hero truly stands
Above the smog of paltry filth
According to commands
Of light extending heaven's voice.
The universal King
Commissions him for greater heights
As throngs of angels sing
To Master's praise and also hope
That man might learn to be
More purified in righteousness
That thus he might be free.