Can I learn to be the queen and not the servant—
the sovereign in my life, who’s kind and just,
who makes decisions wisely for her people,
not scattering her energy like dust?
For once again, I’m scuttling off to serve
someone’s feelings, heedless of my own.
“A servant’s heart,” they called it, back in church—
it’s really abdication of my throne.
Behind the scenes
(This one went through several versions; the most recent revising took place on computer.)
As usual, you've put a lot of complex thought into just a few lovely lines.