Prayers for Him

In a dream or a vision you exist,
unshaken by the world's double edged knife.
You're as fearless as those that slay dragons
yet quick as a jester, dancing for bread.
A hardwood floor, an Italian cut suit,
any dainty ringed hand is yours to take.
In ripped Converse, you wait for her to come,
with your head on your chest and tongue on guard.

The world is known to be a monstrous place,
where those like you fall into crevices
spraining more than ankles, bursting livers.
Their fruit juice turns tart exposed to sugar
puckering their lips for eternity.
But in you there is still a greater hope.

You surpass the others that have fallen
behind, cackles beckoning your presence
to swill and swoon any stilettoed skirt.
A chance, a passing query, a mistake
that can lead to brain tumors and grey hairs.
But you know you are stronger than what tempts.

Your words ooze the wisdom that contains light,
for by him you were made, from him you come
to show the fallen that there are princes
boasting not robes nor crowns but on their knees.
And by your children you will lead, head high
shoulders bearing their weight down unseen roads.
To lead to a home where cider is warmed
and butterfly kisses are bedtime rule.