By: Kenneth Stepp
There are days when I am but a humble warrior, armour dented, blood stained, and beaten from the fierce battle. I stand firm. I am unscathed by the days events. But to you I still yield.
I approach your throne, I am on one knee, my head bowed, my sword lies in my open hands before you. I surrender. Not because I lost. Because all I have is yours. All I will ever be is yours. You are both my past and my future. My heart, my very being is already yours. My physical body is now yours as well. Acceptance is all I seek.
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Accept what is left after the battle. Embrace the future of knowing instead of hoping. Endure no longer. It is time to enjoy. I will always be before you. As a lover, protector, provider. As the guardsman at the gate. Ready to, as today. Give myself to you and for you. You are worthy of my all, my best, every shred of me.
I am humbled while you ponder this action. Hopeful you accept me. Praying all I have will be yours. Knowing my life is weighed in the balance of your next word. Freely given. A willing surrender of all I am or will be.
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Today is heavy, I am tired but excited. i am bruised but healed. I am uncertain yet sure. To be accepted by someone so majestic, so royal, so perfect. Is this a dream? Is there hope? Until the certainty of the grave. I surrender my all.
Tomorrow will be a new battle. Tomorrow, upon surviving the day. I will approach your throne again. One knee, head bowed, sword laying in my open hands. Once again. Praying for acceptance. I am compelled. I must. It is all my heart wants. From the moment I awake, till the moment I awake again. This warrior has a great quest. To live for her. To honor her. To belong to her. From afar, or together. She holds my heart. The rest has no importance without it.
