He leads not with conventional commands and correction, not with authority and righteousness, but with grace, respect and dignity.
He simply inspires me.
Consistently meeting me where I am at, he gently whispers words of wisdom, words of attentiveness, and lights me up with careful crafting.
Secure in his creation and my devotion, his pleasure in my sensuality and desirability pervade.
He is holy, so I place him on a pedestal and kneel beneath, gazing in wonder, bemused that he exists, bemused by the beauty of creation, in awe of what I cannot conceive but am privileged to encounter.
Naturally, I am drawn to his magnetism, his quiet power, his knowing.
I can do nothing but follow with heart, with a deep yearning to be worthy of his attention, presence and pride.
He is the reminder that I am worthy, full of beauty and love to dote.
And with such a gift, such blessings, duty that is bound by soul - destined and archaic. Alchemy.
