With love, looking upon his own image –
Set now, so small, within another’s face –
He feels his heart grow weak, without courage;
For evil, he’d no prior need to chase.
But see that chaos, known only before
The unbegotten force decreed His will,
Was made a home for every beast and boar,
As He valleys set ‘tween each rising hill.
From darkness mixed with naught, thus molded He
A place for man to call his own abode.
A gift divine, guiding eternally
The hearts of men in how to bear their load:
The source of fathers’ rising to a fight –
No matter what may startle in the night.
Hoping for Clarity 