The Angel of Growth
There he stands
With the sword in his hands
Not being afraid.
With the sun shining bright
A sparkle of light
Reflects on the tip of his blade.
He is an Angel
He is the truth
He is a fountain of youth.
He is the Angel
Sent by Thee
Speaking these words of wisdom to me:
“You are more than the person you pretend to be
More than a husband, a father, a son
You are stronger than the dynamics of your family
But you were asleep, when the drama begun….
There’s no more chance to undo what was done
There is only one way left to go
Truth will judge all of you, one by one
My Divine blessings will force you to grow.
Kneel down yogi knight for you shall receive
This divine weapon of mine in your hand
You now have the power to cause pleasure and grief
the times of the shadow are over my friend!
The sword that you hold is a truly mixed blessing
It will certainly wound you, which may be distressing
A scar will remain, but you’ll be alright.
The sword that you hold is a truly mixed blessing
Touching your shoulder, it may be caressing
And for what you’ll achieve, I will dub you knight.
Now get on your feet, behold the Lord!
SHE gave you these blessings to see.
Feel your strength and raise the sword
Enter the battle with me.
Fierce and ferocious you shall stand
Not frightened of pain and of gashes
Speak the truth with that sword in your hand
So that negative creep burn to ashes.
I am the one who looked after you.
You were a child and I did protect.
Now the cradle is over and it’s time to pursue
Your own battle of self-respect.”
Thus spoke the Angel – then he disappeared
And I felt a scar on my face.
A scar of growth that I carry with me
And I know it will make me a man, finally.