March 20, 2011
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Trading Paper Crowns for Dresses Made of Silk
Folded paper crown, you adorn my head.
Pleated nice and neat, you top my curls of red.
Pretty paper crown, you look kind and sweet.
Stamped by small words, wrapped in a newspaper sheet.
You extend so high and fit snugly on the exterior.
But, pretty paper crown, God’s whispered something superior.
You love the paper, Child. I hear my Father say.
Don’t mistake true jewels for rubble and yellow hay.
From the Royal Meadows, that’s your name dear one.
Frolic in the authentic. Wild horses you’ll outrun.
Hand over the pearls of plastic. Trade in your paper crown.
Set down your scepter of wood. Remove the cotton gown.
I called you into royalty. I prayed you know this from conception.
In your darkest times, my light has saved you from deception.
Exquisite beauty, your heart shines through pupils black like space.
Mystery lines your lips, you have spoken—now act in grace.
Daughter, lift your head. Look around you. Your feet invigorate the grass.
I have given you my power, presented you slippers of glass.
I will now top your head with a crest of solid gold.
When you gaze into the mirror—matchless beauty you’ll behold.
Instead of a scepter, you’ll clutch a sword of resilient steel.
Words no longer frame your head. You eat them as meal.
This is a privilege, but along with privilege comes a charge.
You are not fragile, Princess. You’re kingdom’s been enlarged.
You are the defender, not a maid in waiting.
Action is your sister. Transparency starts translating.
It’s a heavy burden; but, one I’m positive you can carry.
Splendor, innocence and courage you’ll remarry.
My fearless nature will forever flicker in the candles you ignite.
I will breathe to life all the words you write.
Exchange carnal desires—the clothing that disguises you as normal.
You weren’t made for aprons. You were designed to dress in formals.
Skillful child, pray and believe. Trust in grace resolute.
Drink my majestic water. Bloom—because I am the Root.
-Kimberly Willingham
Jeremiah 17:7-8
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
