Brief look inward as he slept

I watched him as he slept.
I viewed him with a peculiar capacity of sight.
In honor of his beauty, his passion, his warmth and his spirit so bright.
I was embracing light while static and kinetic energy attempt to quantify his might.

He, a gift from the higher being so profound.
Obvious, in the eyes of God his name resounds.
His mind, a well built and oiled machine of creative and productive chaos functioning best in its own time.

Eternally guided by the highest.
Therefore, weapons formed against him behold death in the moment of creation
With intuition his pastor, he follows it.
He need not rush, for greatness is no faster, He swallows it.

The measurement of time so inaccurately kept by human being
This was evident of love, the feeling of what I was seeing
This brief transcending moment kept the birth of a new awareness of him

I witnessed his existence
It was all but five seconds of absolutely no resistance
Real.....like the very moment Jesus wept
I prayed for my love and in safety, he slept.
This beauteous being.
By the highest created and kept.