We Anoint You, Golden Flame

In the mirror of the moon, you remember—
your name is not whispered, it is sung
You are the hymn the stars held in their throats,
the yes of ancestors rising like incense,
curling through time with golden tongues

Child of thunder and lullaby,
you were never meant to shrink
You are not shadow, you are sunrise,
a cathedral of colors unafraid to gleam—
a prism where love refracts and roars

Paint yourself in coral joy,
in violet victory, in emerald grace
Let each hue speak of healing,
of the wounds turned to windows,
of the soul stitched in starlight

They see you, those who walked barefoot
through fire and field,
who prayed your glow into being
beneath mango trees and midnight moons
They say, yes, yes, this is the one—
blessed child, sacred bloom,
the gold we left behind
now walking with open palms

You are not a question mark
You are the exclamation,
the bold ink of destiny
on the parchment of now
Love yourself like the ocean loves the shore—
again and again, without permission

Let your joy be radical
Let your beauty be rebellion
Let your laughter summon the rain
and your breath replant the forest

Dance, child
Let your hips remember what freedom feels like
Let your feet tell the soil you’ve arrived
Spin in the sun’s applause,
glow until the sky blushes with pride

The veil is thin,
and your spirit is thick with knowing
You are the ritual fulfilled,
the prayer answered in human form,
the miracle made mirror.

So go—
drip in divine
Wrap yourself in your favorite flame
Kiss your own hands
Touch your own heart
Let the world witness
what happens when a soul
finally says:

I love you.
I choose you.
I shine because I am.

And all that is
bows back and whispers,
We anoint you.
Now rise.
Now glow.
Now be—

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