For what felt like life times, she wept. Almost swept away by her own tears.
The crowd finally dispersed, confused.
The coronation was like none they had seen before.
Her tears were not in vain.
They were unsure of their newfound power; intimidated of themselves for the first time.
It was an awkward spectacle at first, until each one found their rhythm.
Tonight her tears were not the sobbing sort of times past.
When They realized She saw Them, they were again pulled into the rhythm and beat of their inherent hearts harmonic nature.
Suddenly all the colors became more vivid- an unexpected additive to such unfolding.
For the first time she felt willing to dance, and in that moment for the first time asked.
Each knowing the strength of their own thread in this divine tapestry.
It was a lovely pattern they chose to weave.