Nadia Weaver

Forward but for what’s to be behind.
If you take it with you (when you can) you would find a way to plant its garden. 
Golden with concern, you are glistening 
within His battles. Princess in His kingdom by 
blood and role but you pick up your cross, 
your sword. 
Classical and lyrical appreciation can be had about you -
with ease, even more ardent, perhaps, then those before.
I sit in the sun in our childhood,
Studying for feelings to emboss this poem 
with more of you.
Adorning your sleeve are the hues and 
shades of every moment gifted to you by your faceters, the very colors you may choose to 
carry with you and share with a more 
bare bracelet. Some will be new, which 
you will match to the prettiest of 
your choice.
Someday you will be the brightest stone 
on the bracelet of another. A king’s crown 
centerpiece, the frame to His title, and by 
more than just the King will you be coveted.