I See Kings

Okay, I have a confession. I see kings. Yes kings, not Martin Luther King or Rodney King or even Don King but actual kings. Well, no, maybe not actual kings such as Henry VIII but kings nevertheless. I have this uncanny sixth sense, as in the movie where the little boy proclaims in a dazed trance, "I see dead people." Well, I see kings. I've had this gift for quite some time now although I've never been adequately able to explain it.  I will give it my best attempt here.  On the inside of certain men resides a particular"something" that sets them apart yet blends them in among other men. I can honestly say that I have been truly blessed to have come in contact with a few unknowing kings. Now these aren't romantic dalliances merely a myriad of men that I've known over the years, friends, acquaintances, co workers, etc.  They moved about life without fanfare nor did they draw attention to themselves but once I was in close proximity, there it was.  There regal nature shone about them like a halo of sorts.  Within the first few encounters I could clearly see the king in them.  All of them are different but I can spot them a mile away.  They stand alone in a crowd. When they speak they actually have something to say. They work in a variety of professional fields and hold court wherever they are.  These men capture my attention and my fascination with them keeps me in awe.  I never understood what the interest was or why until I paused a little deeper to recognize that I wasn't noticing mere men but kings.  Strong, resilient, funny, talented, intelligent kings.  They all preside over distinct kingdoms of their own but nevertheless these gentle warriors were and are kings.  Some have families and some are solo parenting. Some work for themselves and others daily make their presence known on a job. Just like Lisa from Eddie Murphy's classic "Coming To America" I have the gift also, I see kings.  Where others see the common and crude for some reason I see men who possess the capacity to transcend the everyday.  I see men who rise above all that is trivial and petty.  I don't see perfection I simply see kings dressed in everyday gear and everyday challenges.  These men discuss, strategize and vent however they do not whine, ever.  Everytime I come into contact with such men I relish the moments I share with them.  Kings tend to uplift me, inspire, intrigue and envelope me in a serene sense of security.  Near them I feel safe.  They engage me without even trying.  They are mentally strong and spiritually sound.  I find that although these men tend to require attention its not of an exhaustive nature. Kings tend to require nurturing and careful handling.  They need to be challenged and offered a task or something to conquer or defeat.  They bring completion to things or won't rest until they do.  I do not know where this gift of seeing originated from but I clearly see them, appreciate them, value them and completely love being in their company every chance I get.  The downside of being able to see kings is when I see a king in someone who refuses to see it in himself or when I see a king in someone and think he's mine.  I laugh now reflecting upon my youthful moments of spotting a king dead on and wasting years trying to convince him of his identity.  What difficult and draining work.  Actually I don't know which is worse convincing the kings who lack clarity of their identity or to cease trying to find my king among them all.