He is the one who can see my truth both motivating and exhilarating with a presence designed to consume.

He is as gentle as my deepest state of meditation and as strong as this Sunday morning coffee I’m making just to get through.

He is the image of God in the land where many souls have been taken.

I breath him in daily so all of my doubts can become vacant.

He is merely a man who’s love was made just for me in this destitute land of the forsaken.