Vigil for the Light

My life depends on utter defeat to this implacable foe. Yet, my anguish contends to strike him a fatal blow. He was born from my dream, to stand vigil for the light. Now in confrontation, I am in awe of his might. He is the watcher on the wall, the sentinel at the gate. He is Atlas bearing heaven, the protector of faith. A quixotic conception, our meeting was fated - A man in despair versus the God he created Yet, what is a god but the mirror of thought? Without this mere man, he would be naught But a man without faith is destined to fall For me to survive, my god must stand tall The light that he guards is no radiant stone, But a pillar of truths that I dare not disown. Foremost among them is the hope of my life The light that reflects in the eyes of my wife A shadow now threatens that beautiful glare. So I've come for the light I left in his care. But my creation stands firm in my way, A colossus of resilience whose heart I must slay. His gaze is relentless, his silence a scream Born from the reflection of my grandest dream Eternal and unyielding is what he is made of This foe that I face is the shape of my love Our battle is no epic that plays out in acts For I do all the fighting while he barely reacts Enduring volley after volley of my sorrow and shame He regards me kindly as I lose at this game I fall to my knees, weighed down by his stare, His presence is a breeze that toys with the air. I beg at his feet, "Command and I'll agree" He responds with compassion, "You are as you see" I am he with compassion, resilience, and sight I am he who holds vigil and tends to the light.