Except to let her keep you safe?
Except to let her guard you, guide,
defend, extend her arms around you?
Why have a queen,
except be shielded, led, directed—
shepherd stepping up the mountain
to the source of beauty, wisdom,
where love was born, where magic
cradled, swaddled, swung and tumbled you?
Why have a queen,
except to be the man you never thought
would come, the man that no one saw,
who didn't have the royal Sight?
Why have a queen?
Why have a queen?
Why have a queen,
if she does not keep you safe,
since you refuse to let her?
Why have a queen?
Why have a mom?
Why have a wife?
Why have a friend?
Why have a queen,
if you, too stubborn to be led,
too prideful to be judged,
yes: judged
and found not perfect but
absolutely worthy
to rise and take your place among the knights
and elders of the realm?
Why have a queen at all?
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Thank you, Queen,
queen among men,
queen with arms to hold, defend,
extend the reaches of
her stewarding Power.
Thank you, Queen,
queen of burning hearts,
queen of solid, savory earth,
queen of oceans, queen of cups,
queen of fire, queen of ice.
Thank you, Queen,
and mothers brave with guardians' eyes,
ever watchful, close and wise,
holding arrows, muskets, staves
bass and treble, wheel and lathe.
Thank you, Queens,
who made us, broken,
make us whole
again—if we let them,
if we say, Yes.
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