Life’s winds blow my weary spirit loose
and I stand on tremulous ground…

it is the love of you 
for me 
that places its palm in the small of my back
steadying my stance
sharpening my glance 
at what lies ahead
and I am inspired

Digging my heels deep into the terrain beneath me
I find the soil of your soul
and its earth is rich and bountiful…
lush in the succession of royalty
that our ancestors
who came before you and I
treasured most and left behind
for us to carry on

I forget sometimes… my throne awaits
and you my King
remind me
and again… I am inspired.