Coming to an end, the cycle of Ages Four;
It will start again, planned by God before.
A new game of Love, by His will He starts;
His children rained, in Maya’s dear darts.
First Age of Truth, when God felt within;
Second Age made gap, God felt far not in.
Third Age of doubt, is God here or there?
Fourth Age of ignorance, God felt nowhere.
Man on his own, his intelligence to guide;
He thinks tall and big, his high ego to ride.
Plans made him busy, he has more to care;
Failures hurt him, in victory his ego flare.
Success brings greed, he wants much more;
Millionaire he was, wants to be billionaire.
Plotting all the time, to his fame he clings;
Love now is money, and the power it brings.
Power of wealth n fame, his ego up in cloud;
Too busy for family, which he was so proud.
Money only for them, no time for their care;
They sought his love, he was busy elsewhere.
Doomed are the plans, his world falls apart;
All appearing enemy, is there a caring heart?
Comes crying to family, for help and solace;
What can they do, their love is another place.
Where are friends, were only for good time?
Tried them all in vain, can’t lend him a dime.
Lenders chase him, they are after his house;
Where will we live, asks his worried spouse.
Help, please help, keep calling all he knows;
Sorry they were for him, his sad state grows.
On his knees he falls, finally to God he prays;
Don’t give up on me, my only hope and grace.
Tears welled his eyes, poignant loud he cried;
God heard and cared, forgiving his lost child.
Surprised he looked, patted his shoulder who?
“Stop crying my friend, here am I to help you.”
“Shining knight in blue, a friend come to aid?”
“The One you long forgot, help you forbade.
Sent me to cheer you and show the trade True;
Where none ever lose, it brings peace to you.”
Khalsa took him home, made family to forgive;
He promised them care, in love always to live.
The Knight taught the way, free of Five to stay;
Helping them to freedom, he went his own way.
