To those who knew me from long ago
I am a miracle of how God could take
The worst of modern men, set him on fire
and call the world to watch him burn!

To those who see me in church,
I am a dream and a pedestal that
They seek to attain

But,
I am just a sojourner
Enduring
Sure, but unsure
Fighting, hopeful
That God’s grace is enough

To return to darkness
Is anathema

Editor’s note: First published in Under the Influence (First Edition, 2026), this poem stands as the collection’s epilogue representative.