Weaving the Divine

Dear soul
I didn't recognize you
With your clothes on
How could I have seen?

Strip for me now
Into your nakedness
Bare yourself
Hiding nothing

So that I may easily
Witness the majesty
That you are

I wish to see
Your King
Your Queen

Show me now
Dear soul
All that you are
So that I may lay down
Next to you
Honoring you

My Beloved

Gaia Trojanowski
February 27, 2013