Treadbare Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Paint my words upon the canvass of sky,
So all who look to heavens may believe,
That though I knelt beneath clouds of night,
I simply held no voice to calm the seas.
True perfection has not yet been achieved,
By mortal man's simplistic verse and form,
Yet crowning glory may await the deeds,
Of a man who wears his glory crown adorned.
No such man, I say, can walk the earth,
For Lo his feet would far too lightly tread,
Upon his foes and ornamental breath,
And innocence would leave his heart ahead.
Do not be smitten by the voice of truth,
For all who walk the paths are joined to you.