Asks a king: Join me in conquest of other kingdoms? Of sorts: “Pray for peace, people everywhere!”
Fall on your knees, as you would to revere a king? Or in exhaustion, like a “weary world rejoicing”?
Adore? As when we smile at a baby’s sweet face? That is not bowing down to a king.
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
The glowing contents remain inside after the rigid but fragile compartment shatters.
The second word in “messiah” includes “me”—“mess.”