A Letter to my Son

You are my son; most beloved of all.
You are my blood, and all that I am.
I see you before me, so close I could touch.
Smiling and shining, loving, and Truth.
You are the total of this wasted life.
You explode it to wealth in your being and cares.

Perhaps you are one of the martyrs of earth.
You are so willing to give all you are.
I am so proud of your loving ways.
I am so proud of your generous will.
I am so proud you can learn and recall,
For these are your blessings, such as I'll never know.

You are a perfect reflection of me.
There is no malice or evil intent.
There is no rage for which the world must hide.
There is only your love, deep, open and wide.
But your are one better than I'll ever be.

I am so proud to have shown you no sword.
For you have the Promise, and the Promise is Love.
Love is our weapon the world can't destroy.
The Promise is walking beside you today.
The Promise is guarding your unguarded side.
There is the shield in your darkest hour;
Swirling now, evermore, all around.

You are a shepherd as the wolves sink and prowl.
You are the shepherd and the keeper of Light.
I know it. I've seen it. I've trusted its glow.
And I passed you the Candle and now it's your Torch.
Amidst the deep deluge of tumult and toil
The earth huddles 'round you begging your love.

For you are an island of God-rendered love.
You are more gentle than all of the rest.
Your are more blessing than all of the blessed.
You are my son, most beloved of all.
You are my blood, and all that I Am.

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