A tragic waltz of force and fragility.

We wake suddenly under a winter’s moon,

destined for glory, but unmistakably shaken by the burden of our flaws,

we are saved into light.

From nothing aware, bound by grace,

my servitude is misaligned with my fortress of forgiveness.

I cannot sleep, even when I am awake to the edge of darkness. 

Flaunted perils, founded in strife, and not of this world,

strolling a path to drown me on this island,

I cannot stand alone, He is with me.