Grace Your Crown Poem by Shiraz Bautista

Oh supreme one

As I tread your divine path,
I sense the deceiver's presence
dimming my vibrant glow

His delicate whispers tugging at my desires
I feel his presence grow

He clutches me without mercy
vivaciously yanking me into the abyss

But through my faith and our covenant,
his aura vanishes like a fleeting kiss

As I seek refuge in your fortress
I ask of you, oh noble one
to arm me with the holiest of weapons

The discernment to see beyond these hollow temptations

And a heightened attunement to the vapor-like impermanence of this physical form

I ask you, to thrust me into your spiritual kingdom, where I am no longer abated by this fleshly yearning

Where I no longer detach myself from your majesty and glory
where I no longer fade into moral irreverence

Instead, let me be the light that illuminates the vast beyond

A constellational ornament that graces your glorious crown