I do not carry a sword by John Peterson

I do not carry a sword

by John Peterson

I am a guardian

of her dignity

of her virtues

of her name

Sometimes I am tempted to compromise

The one whom I am sworn to protect

It is not a knife edge I walk upon

But I stand

balanced precariously

on the tip of a needle

An infinity of angles at which we might

fall

But one in which we can stand true

Upright

Proud

Defenders

Of His Word

Knowing that someday

the joy of mutual indulgence

will be ours

I will revel in

sharing with her

I will revel

in her love

in her sweetness

in her body

But for now

I am a guardian