"In the Presence"

Were one in the presence, of something more real,

What, in turn, would reaction show?

Pain in depravity, collapsing attempts,

Dying in strength, or melting in power.

Were one in the house, of something more great,

What realizations would trump their former?

Thoughts of life driven askew by demand,

The greater the urge, the farther from perfection.

The exception of Will, by purpose of creator,

To command a life, straight in tangled knots.

To harbor a love much more than enough,

Fate made irrelevant, for plans shall endure.

The Hour of reign, in strength multiplying,

Left with a need to ignore the mundane.

Slow to acceptance, but eyes never shut,

Feel in the spirit, a love that is pure.