I feel like the Queen of Sheba to your Wise King Solomon.
I bring the gems of my own insights, my pearls of inspiration.
For the last steps of my progress I want to trip along eagerly,
Excited to challenge, question and probe.
As the King unto the Queen, you offer all I could desire.
Nothing is hid from you when my stream of questions
Joins your tranquil ocean of wisdom.
I commune with you all that is in my heart
And learn that you exceed my expectations.
When I leave, my ship is light upon the water,
Sails grown big-bellied with the fruits of grace.
© jsmorgane Sept 2016