An Inspired Poem: The Ambassador Sets Sail

An ambassador of light and love,
not self-appointed, but revealed by my soul,
called not to conquer but to connect.

I carry the knowing that I belong.
Not in one place, but in all places
where presence is honored.

My worth is not a ledger,
but a current ever-flowing,
undeniable.
I do not arrive to prove it.
I arrive to share it.

Wherever I go,
I give and receive
in sacred exchange
not for approval,
but for alignment.
Not for applause,
but for resonance.

I sit at the table
of Work and Worth,
no longer choosing sides.
I break bread with both,
knowing the labor of love
and the love of the labor
are not opposites
but kin.

The sea calls not with urgency,
but invitation.
Its waters are calm,
not because the world is simple,
but because I have become so still
within myself.

The horizon stretches wide
infinite, open,
not a finish line,
but a rhythm.

I hoist the sails
not to escape,
but to expand.
To bring my light to other lands,
to meet other souls at the edge,
and to rise, not above,
but into my full becoming.

This is the journey.
Not back to something lost,
but forward to something remembered.
A rising,
A radiating,
A return to what was always true.