Literature
6. Watchman
While galaxies are all yours to command
You spend your days beside me without cease,
And nights are never lonely, for you stand
A watchman in the darkness, bringing peace.
Your universe of glories is untouched
Compared to what the human mind may know,
And yet in all its splendor, light, and such,
It's less to you than I, and how I grow.
The proof of this is seen in your release
Of all of Heaven's glory for a birth
And life and death among us--we the least,
Of all deserving of your gaze. This earth
Has seen you die and live again for grace,
And all there is of love is in your face.