Come to Me, Sovereign One

Come to me, Sovereign One.

Stand rooted in your own name.

Come not to be made whole,

nor to make me so—

but whole already.

Come with the steadiness of stone

that has known weather and remained.

Come with a fire tempered by years,

not wild, not extinguished—

true.

Come to me, Sovereign One—

a man who wears no borrowed armor,

who knows the weight of his hands

and the truth of his heart.

I will not kneel.

I will not diminish.

I will not step out of my shape

to fit another’s design.

Meet me at the threshold—

eye to eye,

breath to breath.

Let presence speak

before desire does.

We do not come to fill what’s missing.

We come whole,

and together we create balance.

Let our minds recognize each other

as old companions do.

Let our hearts test the ground

with care and courage.

Let our bodies learn trust

in their own time.

If you would hold me,

do so as one who can be held.

If you would stand with me,

stand unafraid of my depth.

Come to me, Sovereign One.

Not to rule.

Not to rescue.

But to see

whether the fire between us

is worthy of tending.

If you are still becoming,

go—

walk your road,

claim your name.

But if you are ready,

if you know yourself,

if you can meet me

without fear—

Come.

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Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.