Soon after birth, she was left beside a bridge.
They had not the heart like so many others
to throw her into the river. It’s easy now –
and then – to trace the royalty of her blood,
the inherent beauty, the glow of her holiness.
In fact, it’s evident in all their faces –
everyone born into this realm is abandoned at birth.
Who, then, dares implant such a longing
that each child should expect sheltering
and nourishment, indulgence and praise?
O fellow children of God, heirs to the kingdom,
when shall we accept the mantle of our nobility?
When shall we demand with trembling voice
and shaking fist our due inheritance – and nothing less?
The heart will hold its tongue for millenniums,
submissive to the senses, to circumstances,
ignorance and death, but it knows, it knows.
And once it begins to unfold, to strengthen and rise,
our demeanor and likeness to the King become
ever more transparent, self-evident and undeniable.
O children of God, assume the kingdom’s throne
by becoming who you already are.