The things you hide from.
The little demons that hide in your day.
Hold them close.
Each breath you take exhaling into the world your power, knowledge, desire.
Let them hear you.
Our angels...
The land that you have cultivated.
The people, home and accomplishments you have tended,
the situations you have chosen; the circumstances from which you derive your riches.
Under your rule, has your kingdom prospered?
Is it better now than when you began your reign?
Would you, yourself want to be a citizen of this land?