A poem as I feel obliged,
To discipline myself to strength,
To give a nod to all the joys I've had when pushing through,

To uphold the chain through echoed time,
To craft a banner that I dare to hold out too,
A poem now just broken through the tide.

Walking in new worlds,
I see through the eyes of another,
They paint a land in an echo of creation,
In a moment their mind seems to shadow the Almighty,
And He is glorified in the creative act.