Break, tear, rip apart if you must
Let the tears fall, the voice howl, and rip through your guts
Do whatever you must, to see, be you again
Drop your sword, your armour, and power games
Let go of self hatred, shame, guilt, and all blame
Be stuck, frozen, stand before Fear, if you please
Or walk through, beg, plead, down on your knees.
Moments, minutes, maybe hours will pass
As you face yourself and your fear, and rip off your mask
Maybe shaken a little, now you can stand
In the glory, the power, the Love which is “Him”
You are born again,
returned
“Divine Masculine”."
Morgan Lee
