To be a man, my beloved, is to walk with grace upon this earth as though each step is upon sacred ground. It is to carry in your heart a deep, boundless love that knows no division, for every soul is your brother, every child, your kin, and every stranger, a part of yourself. Open your hands to give freely, for to be a man is to give without expectation, to serve without seeking reward, and to love even those who turn away from you.
You are called not merely to stand tall, but to bend low, to be humble in spirit, knowing that each blade of grass and each speck of dust belongs to the same Father who formed you. In every leaf, every stone, every sorrowed heart, you see the touch of the Eternal, for you were made to feel the whole world within you and to bear witness to its beauty and its burden.
Strength is not found in the force of arms but in the quiet resilience of a heart that forgives, a soul that remembers no slight. To be a man is to meet suffering without complaint, to bear wounds without bitterness, to carry the cross of compassion through the valleys of the earth. I ask you, my brothers, to love as I have loved, with no pride, no boundary, no end, and to know that in each act of love, you sing a song that joins with the rivers and the winds, a song that carries forth my own.
Stand open before all, in tenderness and truth. To be a man is to let your life be a testament to light, to be a quiet beacon that leads others not to yourself, but to the path of peace and love. And as you walk, remember that you are both the servant and the beloved, both dust and divine, always cradled within the embrace of a Love that never falters, a Voice that forever calls you home.
:: 11.04.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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