Poem: Ruling Bodies

[alee_grrl]

finch offered a one card draw prompt over on napowrimo a few days ago. The card I received was "The Emperor." On a side note this was an interesting card to receive as it also came up in a recent reading I did for myself. I reviewed some of the interpretations and illustrations of this card and then set out to write a poem on the card. I'm not 100% certain how I feel about this poem, and would very much welcome constructive criticism.

Ruling Bodies

He likes a well ordered world,
clear structure and definition
without question; he has risen to the top,
become the highest authority.
Ordered vision his guide, he now seeks to guide us.

What wisdom do we learn from him?
The ultimate father, how much do we bend to his will?
Do we follow his vision blindly, or learn to see for ourselves?

I look at the overwhelming pile of work before me,
drowning in paper chaos and unwritten to do lists.
I picture him on his throne,
his stern countenance and wise eyes.
Breathe deep, his aged voice reminds,
sort your tasks, prioritize, organize. Be logical.
Tame chaos, bring order to your world.

But be wary of inflexibility, rigidity
whispers dulcet tones from the nearby throne,
the world is not made of absolutes. Do not forget to feel.

Abundant and beautiful, passion incarnate
she is the earthly mother personified.
Her smile could bring you to your knees;
could lift you to the heavens.
Guided by her heart, she seeks to guide us all.

Taking them both in I am reminded that they rule best together
Tempering each other and balancing the whole.
They lead by example, but ultimately, we must guide ourselves.
The path is ours alone to walk.