Letter to King Dearest

An open letter to the Divine inner masculine

King, dearest,

Blessed I am to know you. Humble I am to need you.
With tears in my eyes and a weary mind, with a heart pouring with waters of love, with faith big and deep, I call upon you.
I call upon you.
Please, hold me.
Hold those million thoughts that rollercoaster through my nerves.
Hold the grief that keeps making an appearance on the stage.
Hold me tight when I need to grow.
Hold me solidly, gracefully, strong and tall.
Here I am, on the brink of falling every morning. Hold me, hold me so I don't fall. And when I fall extend your beautiful arm and pull me to the cove that is your chest.
King, dearest,
I see you. I know you. I hear you. I feel you.
I surrender my need for you to you.
I surrender my desire for you to you.
Be the warmth to my wandering winds.
Be the space to my music.
Be the shiny solid wooden floor to my dancing feet.
Be the rivers of my love.
Be the rivers of my love.
Be the rivers of my love.

amal
26.1.21